Sunday, September 04, 2005


Look at me and tell me what you see.
Am I everything you thought I'd be?
Do you find your hopes and dreams in me?
Can you see the inconsistencies?

Listen to the music of my soul.
It is changing more than you could know.
If you love me, you'll have to move oh so slow.
And that is something I don't say, I show.

I am innocence, naivete, and fear.
And I will run if you draw too near.
You have promised me that love will persevere.
I'll be waiting here.

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