Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Break Without A Cure

Why do I still want you
And think of you
And miss you.

When I'm absolutely nothing,
In your mind.

I want to give you, what I couldn't before.
But I know that if I did, it would kill me.

You haven't even asked to come back in my life.
And I'll just wish that you never will.

Secretly wanting a glimpse of your eyes to stare back in mine, a last time.

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