Exiled
I do my best, but I don't succeed
I get what I want, but not what I need
and I'm so tired, but I can't sleep
cause when I do, I start to dream
what is it you feel when I touch your face?
what you're looking for, and have replaced
what I feel all tossed like discarded waste
I've played it wrong, and made mistakes
you said when I come, I bring the rain
no afterglow, or sweet refrain
from my love you will abstain
exiled from your heart's domain
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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