Trapped
By donnamarie
Why must it be so bad? Why must I feel so sad? Why must you feel so nice? Why must love be my vice? Please don't dry my tears for they only wash away my fears. Please don't stare into my eyes else by heard my silent cries. Just turn your back on me every look lost in reverie. Pick me up and speed away a few hours my heart I'll betray. How your kisses make it better roaming hands in my sweater. Drunken poems over the phone. How I hate your cologne. That song makes my ears bleed. I remember just how much you need. I'm so trapped and must escape I think as you kiss my nape. Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:18 PM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"Why must it be so bad?..."