Scratchings of
conversations past
Love stories I believed would last
Hands clasping mine you promised the start
of a gift of love where I'd have your heart
I never received the gift you proposed
Love stories I believed would last
Hands clasping mine you promised the start
of a gift of love where I'd have your heart
I never received the gift you proposed
When I reciprocated my
love you froze
In terror fled, abandoned the dream
I was living it already...
I'm foolish it seems...
In terror fled, abandoned the dream
I was living it already...
I'm foolish it seems...
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