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The possibility of existing by your side still lingers desperately in my heart

Thoughts of content moments in the summer sun float by my eyes

Hopes of winter kisses, and a bed that holds two souls

Just moments with you, oh the painful possibility

But I’m not the clever type

To pull out a song or letter

To confess in blushing moments

I fear hurt and pain in the emotional mental variety

So I’ll stay here and in a moment

There will be an e-mail ‘how is you’re day’

And I’ll want to say ‘I like you…are we still ok?’

But I’m of a cravenly breed

Oh dear this day is never any good when the heart can get so twisted

Author's Note

Cp. 11:29AM Thu 05/08/08 �Answer to Our Lives� Backstreet Boys ok, random working thoughts tired (Tired)