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you haven't answered my calls in a few days
it shouldn't mean so much
but when the phone line lay empty,
i told the trees all about you through my tears
i left out the part where i said 'i love you' first
because i still pretend it was you

the moon listened when the trees went to sleep
and i asked her if she could keep a secret
she said she could, but i know she told the stars anyway
i whispered real quiet, so the wind couldn't carry it too far away

i'd love you, even if you broke me

I will turn you into poetry
Because that's the only way
I know how to cope
Every word seems to seal my fate
It is to late for us
I never deserved you
Nothing I do
Will ever earn your love
I'm sorry
~
I wondered for the longest time
If you had died
If your family would tell me
I know that's a horrible motivation
~
Now I wonder
When I passs
If you will remember my soul
As it was with you
Or how terribly dark
It is without
~
Only one of us
Will be burdened
With 'what ifs'
In the end


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'In the end
As we fade into the night
Who will tell
The story of our life'
-Andy Black

Sometimes
When you give another
A piece of your mind
Know that you may sacrifice
Your peace of mind

I will never know your thoughts
And I take that as a gift
My thoughts are my own
And that is where I will dwell

Would you still
Love the sun the same
If you saw her
Barren of her rays