Saturday, April 7, 2012

Creeps

There is no room in my heart for another
because you are still right there.
My eyes are only for your eyes,
My fingers for combing through your hair.

I know you're happy somewhere else
in someone else's arms
but my heart still beats just for you
and all your lovely charms.

Someday, perhaps, I'll let it go
but it will not be today
my love is only for you dear
no matter what others say.

But sadness creeps into my mind
it's rooted into place.
Because while I long to breathe you in
I can't even recall your lovely face.

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