By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2009 Apr 01
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Break it or make it

Could this be a dream?
My baby called me today?
Could this be an illusion?
I heard his voice say,
I want you back,
But I just couldn't believe,
Of all these women,
He wanted me to be his.
Too good to be true,
Still I must be careful,
Dreams are normally painted in the prettiest colors.
But spray them with water and they are all gone.
Centuries to build can possibly be torn down in a second.
One wrong decision and we fall flat on the floor.
I want to be with you, but something is scaring me,
What if we don't make it this time? We'll just wish to go back in time.
Fix what was already broken; amend the strings of our crossroads.
But how come we still manage to meet?
Maybe I am destined to be with you,
Maybe you were destined to love,
But for now, let's see how this makes us or breaks us.