When Will It End?, by Dana
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The torture of knowing what is real,
The pain of confusion, learning to deal.
The questions are bringing it to an appeal.
When I say I am done,
You still won't belive,
How many times must this repeat?
Anger, frustration, wanting to move on,
Still being held back by a feeling that's gone.
Why won't you let me,
fly like a dove?
To discover the meaning,
of true love?
I am waiting for the freedom that exists,
in the wintery frost of the San Fransisco mist.
There you will find me,
free as a bird,
Knowing what to say,
every word.
Dana 05 |
Posted: 2005-10-17 23:13:19 UTC |
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2005-10-26 00:45:30 | waterlily |
i share this same sentimeant my dear.i got a man who wont let go.yet wont return fully either.it is the pits |