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By His Little Fullback Date: 2003 Mar 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.28.12.13.27518]] |
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Crumpled, alone, tears streaming down my cheeks I sit waiting for you to come home, waiting for death to take me over. All the kisses in the world, diamonds, poems, e-mails they don't matter. It is your heart that I want. I hurt you, you hurt me. Day, night, afternoon it all blurs into one moment. I am tired. I don't want any more lies, no more secrets. How do I get you to understand. We are supposed to be a team. Just you and I. The two of us no one else. She doesn't want us together, so what makes you believe that you can trust her. I don't trust her, I don't like her. I shouldn't have to. But I do love you, because I want to. We have something beautiful. A beautiful daughter, a beautiful love. There is nothing else out there that I want or need... I can't write anymore...there is no point |