searching for the truth in all the wrong places.
life is a mockery.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
Every time you touch me,
look at me,
I hope that it's
'the' touch,
'the' look.
The one that will say you're mine.
The one that claims me, and possesses me.
It never is.
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