And glancing at pictures of him
Just brings me down
Why do I torture myself?
“When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?”
She sings
How can I make up my mind?
I thought I did last April
But then another decision annulled the other
Breaking the dam that held my emotions at bay
So I find myself drowning
In a flood I never expected
Or did I?
It was my prediction, was it not?
“If things with S are not right,
I think I’ll wish I still had the option of B.”
Words penned by my own hand
And come to life in September
When the world once again
Begins its fall into hibernation or death
My summer fling now six feet under
I realize the heart I crushed in Winter’s frost
And wish I could right my past wrongs
But things changed so fast,
As Tori promised they would,
And all the white horses went ahead
Leaving me in a winter I haven’t yet learned
To escape from.
TL
22 Sept 2004
11pm
revised: 4 October
12:09am
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