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There was a time when I believed,
That I could love you true.
But I realize I have not changed,
And that's something I'll never do.
The devotion that you send my way,
The love you say is true,
Is what makes me run away and
Makes me greatly afraid too.
You'll never understand me,
I can promise that, to you.
I don't believe I'd want you to,
When this we come down to.
My heart is easily given,
But as easily taken from you.
I can't stand to see someone
Love me like you do.
Love is something, wasted on
The one's like me, 'tis true.
I'm not alone, this I know,
I've met a couple too,
But it's only recently, that I
Have admitted our relation.
I used to say I was afraid
Of commitment to one person,
While this is true, it's not the whole,
Of what I have to say.
I loved you, and would have commited,
If you'd waited for a while.
However, since you said that word,
The one every girl wants,
I have not been the same.
You're too young, and I too old,
To make such a rash decision,
I'm too mature to think it'd work,
You're too young to think it wouldn't.
I'm not the girl you thought I was,
I'll never be, that's certain.
Now that you love me, I see him.
No, you don't know him,
For that fact neither do I.
I see HIM the one, the one
To take me away from you.
I don't know him yet, that's for sure,
But soon enough I will.
He'll break my heart, but that's okay,
For that's where safety lies.
This love you have it might be real,
But it also might be untrue.
Therefore I can not leave it here,
To blossom or to die.
I need to see what life is like,
Outside this little town.
I need to see all the HIMS
Out there. All the ones,
Who can meet my desires.
The one's who are a lot like me,
They don't want to be in love,
They just want to love and be loved,
But only for awhile.
Forever is too long for us,
And not long enough for you.
So you see my dear, it just won't work,
Though I'll never tell you so.
I'll just let it die, and run away,
Just like I always have.
So when I'm gone, know it's no cliché,
It really is me not you.
It's me who can't be loved, for
To love me really is to lose me.