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Yesterday, I died with: I love you on my lips.
In simple words, nothing new tonight: My mind was made up to say it this week. However I wanted to wait and keep the feeling of forever, Deep inside my heart. But I knew exactly what I felt What I still do. Needed something more when I sometimes looked, Deeply gazed into your eyes But the step was always mine to take And it seemed wrong; it looked as if I were alone in our story I needed, desired a perfect tale; Past actions, still present Right here where I left myself. I am unable to go on smiling, incapable of asking for help Your holding hand is far away Can you understand? I have misplaced a day, each minute leaves my sight How can I put in words what my heart describes? Misleading paths, travelled on them so many times I kept my tears for each moment I thought I lost someone I care for more than anything else I want to wake up and see a smile again Hug a sweet soul and take care of that shining heart Wanna say something, wanna shout, Come next to you and Dont know Im being suppressed by this. And I actually thought I could handle everything I cant. Yesterday, I died with: I love you on my lips. Tuesday, 16 October 2007 21:24:06
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