jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009

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I wish you would understand,
Not pretend to hear.
I wish you could love me
'Cause I know that's what you fear.
Loving someone like myself
Will not bring you protection.
Will not bring acomplishments.
But will fill you with grief.
Will not bring you safety
Nor anything close to relief.
But loving me will make you happy
Is that not what we all seek?
Try to feel infinite.
Without the soul's leak.

My Manic And I, Laura Marling.