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Saturday, August 30, 2003
it's always heartache
when you remember that this is all the same
we're all the same
it's all the same
and even if i tried to fall in love with you
you would forget me in a month.
it's always heartache
when you only hold my finger
not my hand
and i tried to give away my heart
but you wouldn't take it.
it's always heartache
because i'm tired of chasing you
and you're so far away
and trying to see your soul through your eyes
is like turning out all the lights
before you paint your nails.
posted by Teresa at 11:42 PM
Thursday, August 28, 2003
inevitably, summer turns to autumn
and i watch falling leaves
and remember nights of violet and bright stars
when we were one
in eyes that closed themselves on late night phone calls
and your smiles made my day
made of sun
and my arms were full, full as my heart
and when you held me
sometimes i was worried i would fly.
and i fell
unabashedly
unashamed
and you were the first to let me hear your heart beat
scared but steady through gray cotton
that smelled of first love
and bright blue eyes.
and isn't it a shame
that we never made it all the way?
and in the end, it's just another sad love story
where i was true but you reconsidered
with one heart bruised and one heart broken
one hand reaching and one withdrawn.
but i still watch you, once in a while,
out of the corner of my eye.
and i love the way your face wrinkles
when you're smiling for me
just for me
even though
you hardly ever mean it.
posted by Teresa at 7:52 PM
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