'So, I fumble and fumble'
I hear her say
'I think about the future
And come what may'
She looks surprised to see me smile
She twitches her fingers lets out a sigh
'Forgive me', but for what?
I only see her Angelic face in my daydreams, my thoughts
She chooses to push me away
To say that she cannot deal with it
I can't let go of her, for its my heart she stole
To let go would be taking out my own soul
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Fumbling Away
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 16:10
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