moonlight on a decilated window sile
as i look back over my shoulder at you
you are surrounded by girls
and i know they mean nothing
but it still stirs feelings up inside me
like a witches cauldren on the fire
i feel this is youre way of testing me
but you have no idea that i love you
as i sit listening to music that you and me play on guitar
it brings me to fake a smile when you see me
but now that i am at home laying in the quite darkness of my room
there is nothign but the soft moonlight dancing on my window sile
and it cascades down like a sheet
soft and beatifle
draping across my little bed in the corner
and casting down to the floor
then i look up to see you standing there
with tears in youre eyes
you fall on to my bed
and wrap youre arms around me
with tears so pure
and youre voice calmly says
i love you
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angelofthereaperposted on 05/08/2008
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