terça-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2009

The spell

He resists but not for too long. He insists but he's not that strong.
He despises and that's not fair. A bad memory arises but the feeling's there.
He blocks it cause it might hurt him. Ticking clocks till the day it'll haunt him.
He's giving in and the butterflies start. That's half-way to a broken heart.
He goes on and he follows the light. He bets it will save him tonight.
He's caught by the growing sentiment. He just stepped out of his element.
He's in the dark and he's in danger. He makes love with a stranger.
He wakes up and he's not well. He was caught up in her spell.
He admits he got it wrong. He had to go through it all alone.
He has his lesson learned. An image that won't be burned.

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