Sunday, January 23, 2005

The Cycle

I know.
I knew when I saw you
I never really stood a chance
But I took one anyway
Fully knowing
I was setting myself up for pain
My imagination, my dreams
Leading me on.
A false hope and reality
Send me away soon
Reject me quickly
So I can move on
Momentarily fixated
I contemplate the unreal
A true skeptic
Hopeless romantic at heart
The cycle
Back where I began
Hurting because I lack
The only true thing I wish I had

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