2007-03-28 - 8:47 p.m.

She’s done something to me
In the short time we’ve known
She’s done to me
My reputations blown
She’s opened me up
Like a new born book
She’s captured my thoughts
She did it with a look
We spent so few days
World stopped at our feet
Potential of more
Love barely to meet

Her voice, her sound, the way she moves around
Her hair, her eyes, I’ve met my demise
She’s cold, she’s hot, she’s gone, I am not

My world erupted in flowers
While her head shuns and cowers
Yet she sings to me
The sweetest melody
As I sit, and listen, to my heart’s wishin’
She’s cold, she’s hot, she’s gone, I am not

Cannot take another night
Left without fists to fight
She’s cold, she’s hot, she’s gone, I am not.

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