The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

I never asked for this feeling
I never thought I would fall
I never knew how I felt
Till the day you were gone
I was lost
I never asked for red roses
I wasn't looking for love
Somehow I let my emotions take hold
And guess what all at once
I'm in love

Oh I miss you so much
I long for your love
It's scares me
Cuz my heart gets so weak
That I can't even breathe
How can you take things so easily
Baby why aren't you missing me?

Why did I act like you mattered
It was silly of me to believe
That if I just opened my heart
Things would come naturally
Jokes on me
I did not ask for love letters
So why did you give them to me
How could I let your intentions
Get hold over me
So in love
So naive

And oh how I hate what you have done
Made me fall so deep in love
Got no cure
You're the only one I want
That I love oh baby




Baby why aren't you missing me?

haix.

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