Mud Puddle, by itty bitty
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A dream is such a fragile thing
So beautiful, it is
But, when I think of that said dream
I wonder, is it his?
Does he believe what I believe
Does he like, like I think
The only thing I know that’s true
Is that I can’t sleep a wink
Why do you torture me so
Your very presence makes me wonder
Just leave me in peace, such restless minds
I’m slowly going under
Thinking love is such a thing
Where hurt is always around
But, if you like me, like I think
I will not hit the ground
You’ll hold me in your arms so tight
Never let me go
For one thing I am sure is that
I love you, very much, so…
- Love is like a mud puddle, you don't know how far you'll
go, until you step in and try...
(This is one I transferred from my DeviantART account) |
Posted: 2006-06-03 23:38:01 UTC |
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