For Her
Time and Time again I let myself down
I build myself up only to get hurt
This is how I am, expecting too much
Finding a girl that wants me like you is rare
I messed up. I've let myself down yet again
I longed to please you, make you happy
This distance is death.
Birth; Growth; Age; Death....
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Apr 23, 2006.
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