Monday, December 15, 2008

Hands Out, Palms Up: I Surrender

Its a rush, its revealing
There’s not much I can to
To prevent her from stealing
My heart; I wont protect
Its too late for that
Even so its not like I could select
She wasn’t just a face in a crowd
She wasn’t just an arbitrary thought
To love; my heart wishes it was allowed.

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