Saturday, November 22, 2008

A bit.

I want to live with hope
But I feel so delusioned.
Fantasy seems to get the best of me so often
You cross my mind more than you ought
Time is hard to define
It passes too quickly when you're by my side
The moonlit nights revive the ache,
and my fears are hard to hide
Trusting you has been easier than I ever dreamed it could be
But isn't that how heartbreak starts
Your claims of compassion, of passion, of need
Taking care of this still beating heart
These things you tell me
All this you say you'll give
The words are clean and the air tastes of sincerity,
Why then do I still feel so alone?

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