Nov 22, 2005 00:55
you love me for a week
and leave with no goodbye
is it sad to say
i still don't know why
another failed attempt
at what i call love
but you flew away
like a fleeing dove
i see it coming
almost every time
so i shield my eyes
and go on blind
why do i pretend
to be so hurt
my heart is used to
being thrown to the dirt
once again i pick it up
and brush away the dust
put it back in my chest
and start over because i must