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I don’t want to cry anymore.
(I’m not sure if I still can.)
The wounds from before are still quite sore--
but my heart cries to try again.
“But those sudden good-byes drain me!”
I plea to that voice from my heart.
“It’s like in my dreams, or so it seems,
It’s all over before it can start.”
Feelings that I’ve tried not to show
are struggling once more to appear.
I really don’t know which way to go;
and once again, it’s my heart I hear.
Fools rush in, you know that’s for sure,
but don’t let the past defeat you.
A spark’s allure can be a flame pure,
if you’ll trust what you know to be true.
“The fear! It pounds like stones of hail!”
(But that’s in your dreams, or so it seems.)
“But can’t you tell I’m scared I’ll fail?”
(But you won’t if you’ll listen to me.)
12/26/2005 6:59 pm
touching and nice|
12/26/2005 8:10 pm
Like it. And, I understand how resiliant one's heart can be and how frightening to step into love again....but oh the warm rush! |
12/27/2005 7:37 am