Saturday, June 28, 2008

 

blinded

the way you stare at him
so deep into his eyes
as if there's gold in them
brings tears to my eyes

you caress his face
hold his hand close to your heart
hoping that he feels the pounding
the affection that he never should deserve

he always says the perfect things
only the things that you'd like to acknowledge
unfazed by the pretentious nature of his rosy speech
you fall right into his trap

but all he wants is the pride of owning you
parading you as one of his many trophies
see, things are a lil bit different on my side
loving you is all i ever want...

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