Tuesday, May 12, 2009


When I turn to look at you
And catch you looking back,
I get butterflies in my stomach
And my knees get weak.
No other woman could ever love you more
But you don't seem to want what I have to give,
For your heart and mind are too full of her
As you live off the pain she gives.
© 1988 TDR

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