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By muryan Date: 2003 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.21.07.14.25950]] |
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You come in Troubled Distracted And overly friendly. Something is on your mind But you say You're okay. I let you be. A tour of my house Is first on the docket But in my room You heave a heavy sigh. Something you want to say And you say we need to talk. Alright. Off goes the stereo Light in the kitchen A pillow hugged to my chest On the couch in the living room. You've a look of desperation You look like you are hurting But it's my heart being broken So why am I consoling you? Don't ask if it's okay It's not. Don't ask if you can leave You can't. Just do it if you want to Don't make me decide for you. Because my decisions Don't echo those of your heart. |