This night's the same as hundred nights before.
And yet so special brightened up by knowing:
The only one that I am longing for
Is in my life, though absent at the moment.
Caught in the middle, doubting what to choose,
I'm still a bit afraid to let this all too close...
And what we have so far is simple to abuse
But it's the thing that now I care the most.
I'm hesitant to let it go without trying
In everything we do - there's still a chance.
I got so used to you. It's so inspiring
To wait as long as it still makes a sense.
You
© Copyright: Виктория Ривз, 2010
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