'Tis not that i'm forcing you to reply,
nor am i making you say it.
'Tis the way your eyes look distraught,
And it hurts me bit by bit.
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I await with my arms spread wide,
with the everlasting warmth of my heart.
It saddens me to feel so alone in this,
as i cry each time we part.
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What's true within me lies in your will,
our everlasting embrace and each time we touch.
It scares me that you're now feeling that way,
but alas, is there such thing as loving too much.
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Whats confusing is the abnormality of it all,
be it whether i am playing my role in this.
Why oh why must i feel this way,
but i can't help but think there's something amiss.
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sometimes.....
it burns my very soul.....
and it hurts sooo bad.....
evanesco...
12:05 AM.