The words that mean the most . . .

by Disenchanted   Oct 27, 2007


I love the way you look at me;
Listening closely to every word,
just letting them roll through your ears.
The way you laugh is amazing,
Carelessness shining in those eyes
the ones that make me way to die.
Fall to pieces inside,
So I can break down on your shoulder,
and slowly start to cry.
And admit, every feeling I was forced to hide.
Just so, in the end they are left hanging in the air
when you walk away for the last time
So I keep this secret
Lock it in my soul
and I'll never utter it to anyone
Even when I vanish from his life,
The day I die.

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