The first feeling had vanished.
It was over and I was in pain.
Then the pain stopped.
It was stopped by someone else
And the wound was healed.
But that too faded away.
My old feelings had returned,
And I stopped caring.
I stopped caring for the one who fixed
My broken wing ad taught me to fly again.
But in return I broke her.
Cause I stopped caring and she keeps staring.

12/19/2002

Posted on 04/14/2003
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