Scribbles from my notebook...
by: W. Dire Wolff - copyright 1998

It didn’t just happen this way
Sometime we had to say
We wanted this
And I, I decided to choose you
And you, you decided to let me be here with you.


I want to love you
But what is love?
Except for maybe some foolish dream
I lost inside my heart.


Without asking, “Who?” or “Why?”
I didn’t come this far
I didn’t try so hard
Just to live and die
To find you
And then to lose you....



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