Watching love-infested movies The good guy always seems to win Gets to wrap his arms around her Her gentle smile invites him in Look upon myself and question For I can see my faults and flaws Are they really all that ugly? For I can see no other cause I come so close sometimes, I think To walk away with empty hands I'm pulled so tight, but I don't break Snap back with pain like rubber bands My blood runs dry, seeks fertile ground With down-turned eyes my only friend My feet scuff dirt, instead of marching Why even bother to pretend? I feel my fingers gently purring Through your hair with nimble ease Inhaling deep the sweet aroma Oh, do not wake me from this, please I need a love so soft and warm Why can one never come to me? Will my time ever be approaching? Or will I always be alone? The soft caress of lover's hands That feed not on my skin My sweet embrace upon the air Oh, can I never win? 6-20-99
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Birth sign: Leo
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