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By Chances are Date: 2003 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.24.04.33.20096]] |
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I'm sorry for my idiocy I was blushing, shy and unsure My stomach knotting Wanting to say ... anything Only knowing next to you Waiting for ... anything I realised too late what you were doing I nearly ran back in the door And kissed you, confronted you I love you, dammit! And you think me an immature fool I'm sure you do - I am When the next day comes -- I am praying for it -- Run away if you must because I can no longer avoid being your fool Even if I don't know what to say or do And it could be no worse Than this, my own dagger in heart |