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By ~*Truelies*~ Date: 2001 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.03.16.57.8946]] |
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Running away from three simple words. Seems quite petty In retrosepct But I can't help but do it Everytime you say it to me. That day we talked of weddings and baby names Was too comfortable. I need to fly a little more before I let you clip my wings. I need to experience a little more Before we get deeper into things. But I promise to make it soon; before you die. And I know the clock is ticking And you're urging it on By taking that bend too fast and missing that tree and not taking your tablets or keeping your hospital appointments But I will be yours soon Before you get your final peace, But give me a little more time. What do you say? |