You were swaying like a gypsy,
lost in her own trance.
Never have I seen someone move with the beat.
How beautiful indeed!
They say that if you give it all,
You will get the lovely prize.
I showed you how much I care,
Eagerly, I opened my chest and offered my heart.
But then you said, "I'm not the star that you think,
but rather the lonely sky dreaming no more;
For love means someone falling,
and I'm afraid of heights."
How stupid I felt for holding nothing back!
Maybe it was all lies, her smiles and kisses.
She is gone, perhaps dancing with another man.
She left me dolour and hollow.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
You were swaying like a gypsy,
lost in her own trance.
Never have I seen someone move with the beat.
How beautiful indeed!
They say that if you give it all,
You will get the lovely prize.
I showed you how much I care,
Eagerly, I opened my chest and offered my heart.
But then you said, "I'm not the star that you think,
but rather the lonely sky dreaming no more;
For love means someone falling,
and I'm afraid of heights."
How stupid I felt for holding nothing back!
Maybe it was all lies, her smiles and kisses.
She is gone, perhaps dancing with another man.
She left me dolour and hollow.
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