The New Cycle, by Broken Sonnet
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Sitting up st night
Knowing it wasn't right
Wishing I could take it back
But things just don't happen like that
Having to deal with it for the rest of my life
One stupid choice
And I made and innocent new life pay the price
Tried to take it one step at a time
But I guess to him that wasn't fine
Rushed and pressured but no one cared
Knowing I could've stopped it right then and there
With a whisper, a kiss, and a stare in his eyes
I knew he had won my most precious prize
It's over and through now me and him
And now a new cycle must begin
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Posted: 2007-04-13 22:38:06 UTC |
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