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Reality hits me... and questions me....
next to solitude and pain beside me
asks me why am I so sad, when I have everything?
a question I cant answer, sad but true
there is something miss and its you.
Whomever you are, where ever you are....
your the one that I need, the one that I dream...
I dream of nights with your smile
I dream of you waking up next to me....
I dream of love, and everything I crave is not lust
Its smiles, passion, understanding, a moments of happiness
Its a sad reality, a mere confusion
between whats right and whats wrong, its a disillusion
what life would be with my dream woman beside me....
smiles and laughter, hugs and kisses
this is what I want.... this is not what I have.
 
I have doubts and dissapointment
I dont trust a word she says
I question her every move
I dont laugh anymore, how I use to.
It all died. It all faded. Its a distant memory....
its a buried grave.
I try. but its not there. I give but I really dont care'
I question everythings, I become mad at things
I create my own problems, drown in my own tears
I create my own confusion, and I state my own problems
this is not right. its not fair. I hate this despair.


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  • Master'sslave said on Dec 11, 2006....
    i hope You find her......
  • Jay141 said on Dec 13, 2006....
    Master's slave- thanks sweetie, trust me.... I want to...

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