Strange how my heart, not at all prone
to love again.... is beating loud
and I find I miss you, when alone
or maybe more.... in a crowd
I have no peace at all, bewildered heart
you pound too loudly within my breast
ravishing me and tear my soul apart
love is not the best place to rest
and struggling to breathe in air
something I once did naturally
I find you brought me to terms and made me care
I'm not as free as I used to be
and more shameful, within my heart I know
I really would not want to let you go
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