Jan 31, 2008 01:59
I didn't return your call.
I don't know if I believe what you said.
I don't know what I believe any more.
Love is powerful, it is precious, it is unique.
It builds, it grows.
Maybe you would have, but you will not.
Deep care, appreciation, and warmth are more accurate.
Or is that the definition itself?
Whether it is or it isn't, it is weak, and it is dying.
A slow, miserable death.
So just put me and your tears in the box.
Put faith in your doubts.
Forget what could have been.
I am standing up now.
I am not going to comfort you and it will kill me.
But for once I will stand for the right reason.
Just close your eyes and don't open them till I'm gone.