Broken Dreams
You walk in, I glance your way my heart starts pounding, you look away. Why do you play, this little game? Knowing that there will be pain? Someone hurt in the end. It started out as casual friends. But we both knew we could be more don't know about you, I've been there before. A harmless look a gentle touch can be mistaken for oh, so much. And then you wander through broken dreams knowing it was a painful scheme. Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 07:18 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 1
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