Circles
The bitter sweetness
Of lovers' past
The head throbbing thoughts
Of how long this will last
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Post-pones all the doubts
Lonesome nights, too many
Knocking, banging on your door
No answer, yet again
This gives me a feeling that there's no more
I lay myself in pieces
Wondering, do we mean anything, I'm curious
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
And keep following you in circles
Written September 12, 2005
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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