Why must she be so pretty ?
Why must I fall ?
Love champagne, it's a sad party
If hope is spring, then here comes fall
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I know that she has a man
I know I shouldn't try
So why do I cry ?
Why must I run like I ran ?
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New feelings to celebrate
But I'm drinking alone
All alone
I'm a fool to take the bait
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I try to push it all away
But then I look into her eyes
Desperatly hoping to find a way
With a key of the wrong size
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I work on myself, so that love dies
But I can't help to want her more
Whenever she smiles
On her lips, a fantasized kiss lies
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I'm sorrowful for my hopeless dreams
Because she sends gentle lightbeams
When hapiness moves through her eyes
Oh, how I love her when she smiles
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PoetryA collection of heartfelt poems. Homage to the english language that I love so much. There will be a wide variety of feelings expressed but I prefere them strong. Enjoy.
