by:Fullmoon July"97"

Anticipation; waiting, wanting, needing,
hoping...
So many years have past,
The time has come at last.
In my mind I still see your
eyes, still feel your body next to mine.
Your words, your scent, every
detail relived again and again.
Every touch of your hand, every
breath on your lips still burns
in my soul.
But I,
not yours...
Fidelity, once again,
grabbed you away from me.
And there was no one there
to dry my tears. And you left...
and I cried myself to sleep.
Why couldn't you ever have
loved me that way?
Why couldn't you have ever
asked me to stay?
I'd have sold my soul to
be by your side...
We sat alone in your house
and you cried...
and I wiped the tears of pain
from your eyes.
That memory still lingers
to this very day...
When I asked
"Should I stay or just go away?"
Your decision was final,
your choice had been made.
And there was no one there
to dry my tears...
Don't look back you say?
Yeah, I guess that makes sense
I just can't seem to get over that fence...
by: Fullmoon October"97"

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