Naia Athelas
Peasant
His arm held her together, Her words made him strong
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Post by Naia Athelas on Mar 9, 2005 9:20:34 GMT -4
You could have told me, I would have understood...
Torn my heart yes, screwed up my mind indeed, made my cry of course. But it would have come from you. And like it or not, the respect I have for you would have helped me stay away.
They try to help me by throwing knives in my heart They try to help my by judging my desires and hopes
With words they tell me to stay away With actions they keep us meeting up
They try to force their ways of looking at us at me They try to force their word of false wisdom on to me
And with each tear of pain rolling down my swollen face I know, I am not ending this, I cannot leave, I cannot run And with each drop of blood falling from my wounded heart I feel, I lose my pride and linger on, in doubt, in fear
I remember the hurt and panic of the past I remember the words and actions you once did
Yet hope remains with me Yet I believe you will come back
And once again you turn your back on me And once again I stand here all alone
...maybe next time...
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