Is it too late now
To draw back
To run
To hide
Where can I hope to escape my thoughts?
I have promised
Not to think
Not to hope
Not to wait
It is for innocent love
that I make this sacrifice
I cannot even explain to you
“Cause nothing was ever spoken
Mine eyes can only tell you what
But not the why.
But At least I shall be at peace
For being unselfish
You have every right
To call me a heartless witch
a seductress
With broken hearts strewn in my path
Forgive me if you can
and give me the gift of your friendship.
(30th Aug 2001)
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