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love and what not.. |
| Chicken Pox of the Heart 11/6/04 I've held you in my arms never realizing that this desire to touch you was a disease A disease that has no cure My lips brush yours, but you move away deciding to let me disappear in ink as you write me a letter explaining why this desire can't continue any longer. you once said, "Love is like chicken pox, it may not last but it'll always leave a scar." This scar you left in me is a birth-mark, It'll last until my last days and I'll wonder what could have been if you hadn't exchanged your heart for someone else........ that's not me |