Refused To See
There are still nights
Up alone, I think of you
How right you were
But still how very wrong
How can that be?
I battle amongst myself
Temptation to call
Just want to hear your voice
See your face
Though I know it’s wrong
I want to touch your lips
With mine
Remember the kiss I left?
How sweet and gentle
The lips of an angel
You gave it what you could
I asked for more
You had nothing left
Though you looked
So I left
Feeling you were used
What you gave me
Was what I was after
I refused to change
Refused to see
Copyright © Matthew Horstkotter | Year Posted 2012
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