September 5, 2007
Author's Response:
It's late, you wait, alone
He's not coming, now you're running home
He said he had so many dreams to share with you
You fell right in, hook line & sin, he's overdue
You're blind, waste time here
Warm heart disappear
You thought you knew the pathway through, but now it's closed
It's hard to have belief when love's a plastic rose
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