In two minds from time to time,
How do you forget so many things?
Trying to escape this needing feeling
I'm just built to want you close.
But who are "you", oh loving, feeling,
Who are "you" when the end is near?
Who am I to heed this yearning,
Who am I to feed this fear?
In the winter you said you loved me,
But I think you spoke too soon
That's ok, I understand,
I was breathless too.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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