09 January 2008

If you only knew.




Love is the game she plays,
Love is the good old days,
Love is a shooting star that burns
So bright on that special night.

And love is the promised land,
Love has slipped through my hands,
Love has disappeared
Like a rocket into the ocean.

All these things I see,
Are haunting me.

I've been loving you, for too long.

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