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Laying in my bed I weep, Scared of a new day to come, Revealing one's feelings; begging for a soul to keep, I wonder where the difficulties have suddenly sprouted from. Positive of what I feel, Yet, afraid of the words you will say, Love, a broken heart is hard to heal, You have so much power to destroy me either which-way. Never felt this way before, Butterflies dancing amongst the thoughts of you, Uncertainty weighs my final decision poor, But, I can't help if by some chance, you feel what I feel too. What if you declare yes, Tears streaming; saying you've felt this way all along, Oh, how have I wandered into this frustrating mess, Holding back from our perfect love song. What would happen if my expectations fall short, Alienating the person who would mean the most, My heart would feel like a distant ship leaving the port, Empty and hollow, like a quivering ghost. Love, I can't help but to wonder what I wonder, I want to escape from this silly wrath, However, until I wake from the depths of my internal slumber, We will each walk along our own seperate path.
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 10:36 AM UTC
Holding Back from Our Perfect Love Song
Laying in my bed I weep, Scared of a new day to come, Revealing one's feelings; begging for a soul to keep, I wonder where the difficulties have suddenly sprouted from. Positive of what I feel, Yet, afraid of the words you will say, Love, a broken heart is hard to heal, You have so much power to destroy me either which-way. Never felt this way before, Butterflies dancing amongst the thoughts of you, Uncertainty weighs my final decision poor, But, I can't help if by some chance, you feel what I feel too. What if you declare yes, Tears streaming; saying you've felt this way all along, Oh, how have I wandered into this frustrating mess, Holding back from our perfect love song. What would happen if my expectations fall short, Alienating the person who would mean the most, My heart would feel like a distant ship leaving the port, Empty and hollow, like a quivering ghost. Love, I can't help but to wonder what I wonder, I want to escape from this silly wrath, However, until I wake from the depths of my internal slumber, We will each walk along our own seperate path.
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ohmrscanada
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 10:36 AM UTC
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