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You love me...
I know you do...
It's the way you smile at me
even when I do something stupid.
The word seems to make up your very essense.
It's engraved in your eyes;
those deep, forbidden, shallow eyes
that fortell my every thought.
You love me...
I heard you say it...
rolling off your lips like rain.
You use it often to describe me, the rain.
You too mirror it at times,
obviously coming, then so unexepcted.
You could be gone for weeks and stay for days.
But you always come back, you must.
You love me...
Or so I thought...
Your socery hypnotized me
into alluding myself from your intentions.
Now where do I turn?
Where do I run?
Not back, I can't.
Not without this missing unspeakable thing
you stole with fabriacted words
and the reason you prided yourself on?!
You...
You loved me.
 Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |
