I am an observer and a hopeless romantic

I wonder when life will let me have a say

I hear his voice strong, even in a whisper

I see the tearful child lost and scared

I want the truth...

I am an observer and a hopeless romantic

I pretend that this life is a dream...when will I wake?

I feel my heart pounding

I touch my bangs self conciously

I worry about lost love and money

I cry everytime I realize this is the life I live

I am an observer and a hopeless romantic

I understand that the world isn't perfect

I say we are all "...interesting." at times

I dream about why the world is this way

I try to write my heart out

I hope that life and love will find a path that leads to me

I am an observer and a hopeless romantic

 


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05/10/2010 12:38

I'm glad Mrs. H suggested you add this one.

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