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"'I feel anger towards you,"
Your comment to me.
"You broke me in two,
I feel misery.
I ask for your reply,
but you do not respond.
I worry,
I wonder,
'Can I go on?'
My life feels shattered.
In my mind,
There is no rest.
Is there another?
Please do not say -yes-.
My memory takes me,
To a time of giggles and laughter,
Phone calls and promises,
Is there still our 'ever after?'
I wonder,
Can I be strong?'
For love is a decision.
To cry,
Maybe I am wrong.
To be in this place I am in."
What's this I hear?
My phone line rings to me,
It is you,
Oh how dumb can I be,
You were busy,
An electrical problem there,
I am so happy,
Oh do I dare?
Tell you my plot,
oh how dumb I still feel,
but you and I will walk together,
In the rose bush field.
YaSmEeN
Your comment to me.
"You broke me in two,
I feel misery.
I ask for your reply,
but you do not respond.
I worry,
I wonder,
'Can I go on?'
My life feels shattered.
In my mind,
There is no rest.
Is there another?
Please do not say -yes-.
My memory takes me,
To a time of giggles and laughter,
Phone calls and promises,
Is there still our 'ever after?'
I wonder,
Can I be strong?'
For love is a decision.
To cry,
Maybe I am wrong.
To be in this place I am in."
What's this I hear?
My phone line rings to me,
It is you,
Oh how dumb can I be,
You were busy,
An electrical problem there,
I am so happy,
Oh do I dare?
Tell you my plot,
oh how dumb I still feel,
but you and I will walk together,
In the rose bush field.
YaSmEeN
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