Final Decision
By Britty
I stumble around My mind to stalk My words are jumbled I can't even talk Communication Has words we should steal It hurts to say These things I feel A problem comes up My heart skips a beat These worried thoughts I dare not repeat It was your word and mine As one, back then We battled together We always would win But that was then Our time has come After all the silence The deal is done Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 02:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I stumble around..."