Kid Gloves

I've been thinking a lot about,
This lump in my throat is choking,
What are we doing again?
Because I love you,
And my bleeding heart wants to know.

Have I been running in circles?
With my head hung like a kite?
Now I'm trembling and scared,
Afraid that my string will break
And I will be lead away by the wind.

I am so cold - my lips are pale,
My throat is thick, closed so I can't breathe.
What are we doing here, friend?
Please give me an answer, lover?
So that my breaking heart can mend.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007

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