I wish I knew words that would speak to you;
I wish I could tell you in a sentence--or a paragraph--or a novel--
what I could convey to you in one song.
But you can't hear me from so far away.
And I wish I could live for the moment
instead of thinking ahead--
and of other people,
longing for what I'll never have.
It was so much better back then--
Maybe I've changed too much.
But I remember, you gave me
Constantly
the best presents I could ever dream of
though you never saw them, those
secret, fleeting smiles that kept me going through the day.
You gave me back my blind and hopeless faith in love.
And I don't know whether you even knew it.
I used to wonder if ever
I gave you something like that in return.
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It's just a place where I keep thoughts or images that I want to be able to find later.
When the moon is full, I turn into a werewolf and I eat people.
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
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of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
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of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]