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Mar 2010
Oh I'm here again feeling's out of hand,
For my porcelain princess her beauty oh so grand.
It leaves my heart aching where she's taken a bite,
But She still doesn't want me it's just not right.

I see her and the moment is magic never bland,
Making my heartbeat like a drum in jazz-fusion band.
It gets my pulse racing like the start of a fight,
I wish this hold that she has just wasn't so tight.

I should have put it out but these flames I have now fanned,
And on my heart her name is burnt with love's Brand.
I should have done so much but I was never that bright,
And soon she will walk away far out of my sight

I've shipwrecked my soul in this confusing land,
Where I've decided my course drawn a line in the sand.
If I wait a while longer while we dance out the night
Maybe she will fall for me in the cool morning light
Written by
Zak Ridge
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