Monday, August 29, 2005

.::. Why .::.

Why do I always feel this way.
Why do I always run a way.

I wish that you knew how much I care.
I wish that you knew my despair.

My Love for you is beyond words.
My heart bleeds without you.

When will we give this a try.
Will it happen before I die.

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