Monday, April 12, 2010

Watery Eyes

You're wobbling before me
through the water in my eyes
I can't believe what I'd been waiting for
would finally come to me,
only to find itself far too late.

This apology is almost too sweet to refuse and
I'd love to give it one more shot with you,
but I'm just not ready; I'm just not
sure anymore what I want.

I haven't stopped loving you
I've only lost my faith
that the happiness I seek can
be manufactured fresh.
We can't go back, but
can we still start anew?

I don't know.

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