by Terri Lynn Oct 29, 2004
category :
Love, romance /
lost love
I planned it well, I had you wrapped around my finger, but still you linger in my head, oh god to be dead without the dread of seeing you again. I'm scared to call and ask for my things, the pain it brings, the sweet jagged pain of your voice, it's my choice, and I can't make it, fake it, shake these thoughts. I can't. |