Miserable Pride
by: Webmistress Brandy
God, I love you
I can't say that I don't
But to tell you would be to give in
And that I'm sure I wont.
My heart stumbles when you walk by
It trips over it's own rythmic beating
It cries and weeps and begs for me to give in
On your pale blue eyes it is feeding.
Why do you make me feel this way
My eyes dance and I nervously bite my lip
But could you ask any less of me
Sometimes I want to kick myself for being such a trip.
And could I ask anymore of you
I have only me to blame
All that time we could have been together
Oh well, what a damn shame.
