Oh how my heart does hold him dear,
Though I know I can’t be with him,
And I’m as tired as can be
As I can’t face it with a grin !
I can’t pretend I don’t love him,
I have never felt such a bond,
And even though the lights are dim,
Everyone’s seen that I am fond
Of his strange ways, so here we come
Again, for he’s written to me !
I wonder what we will become
And I wonder what I should think…
Why does it always feel so wrong ?
Is it only the siren’s song ?
Lord, it’s been that way for too long !
When will I grow up and be strong ?
September, the 11th