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Believe pt. 2
Contributed by
deep_down_inside_my_soul
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Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:39:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Believe
part 2:
and i wish things were simple
i wish they were easy as they look
but then life takes a drastic change
and you're left all alone
to face it on your own
and you don't know what to do
you can trust in me
or run and be free
all i know is i love you
and i hope you love me to
after all that stuff we've been through
your running in fear
you cant handle this love
its coming over you
and you don't know what to do
i wish you would stay
you could have taken me far away
away from the pain, away from this game
that everyone tries to play
and then when its over
we could be free
free to live as you and me
and free to love
free to care
free from all that you left...
when you left...
me
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Re: Believe pt. 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stitch on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:45:03 AM AEST (User
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Well, now I'm not sure if I didn't interpret the first one wrong, but I definitely see these as coming out of the jumbled tempest and into the light. Watch your contractions.
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Re: Believe pt. 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by caramelskyair on
Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 08:25:36 AM AEST (User
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i liked it b/c i could definitely relate. my best friend of 7 years has just decided that her gf is the center of her world. and there's no longer any room for me or anyone else including her own mother. it's kind of hard and almost everything i hear and read reminds me of it.
good poem though. |
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