When
By Storm Brewing
Sat, 09 Sep 2006
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When I think of you I am a sick puppy longing for you to walk through that door and make my dreams come true,
When I see you I am a helpless bear with my paw caught in a trap, unable to gather the courage to walk over and speak to you,
When we argue I am a battered lion cub, afraid to walk out alone again,
And when you walk away I am an injured bird, you are my wings and without you I cannot fly.
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