Though I do love you,
I often think:
Possibly in being with you,
my own identity might
*S
I
N
K
?*
These ideas sadden my heart
Truly, the tone of them stinks
Really, I want to be with you, love
But does your head ever also
T H I N K?
As you gaze at me so lovingly,
Do you ever see my eyes
+ *B
L
I
N
K
?* +
I don't know what is happening to me,
But I feel a break in our link.
Please, help me fix this.
The cheerless wine of departure, I do not want to drink.
Assist me in being rid of my doubts, my dear,
Until our hearts are once more in
**S N
Y C**
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Though I do love you,
I often think:
Possibly in being with you,
my own identity might
*S
I
N
K
?*
These ideas sadden my heart
Truly, the tone of them stinks
Really, I want to be with you, love
But does your head ever also
T H I N K?
As you gaze at me so lovingly,
Do you ever see my eyes
+ *B
L
I
N
K
?* +
I don't know what is happening to me,
But I feel a break in our link.
Please, help me fix this.
The cheerless wine of departure, I do not want to drink.
Assist me in being rid of my doubts, my dear,
Until our hearts are once more in
**S N
Y C**
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