La Douleur Esquisite (The Esquisite Pain)
I didn't call because I missed you
I didn't come because I knew I wanted to
I left so quickly since I wanted to stay there
I stayed away since I desired to be near
I woke up early as you wandered through my dreams
I wouldn't let myself think what the dream could mean
And then my heart asks, why not give myself to you?
I fight my heart; I always lose
I say hello, I never want to say goodbye
I always smile but worry you might make me cry
I try to run from it, but what else can I do....
I fight my heart; I always lose
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
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