I Confess9-16-07I Confess
I Confess
So cold, so white Please stay! Fight, fight...! Touching your weak hand Can you hear my selfish demand? Your eyes so pale The scent of suspicion gone stale Stare and hold your breath Smell the death, death death... Damn these tears! And damn these fears! Tomorrow I don't want to wake With all this pain, I'm afraid I'll break This doubt is overwhelming me What will we ever be? I need to wonder why What is beyond that numb blue sky? They say you're in a better place But I'll never again see your face
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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
~Bilbo Baggins ~LotR
my new site~ ~hannah-m-bella
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