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Some days,

when the air is cold,

and I dream of love,

I feel wrong.



Some nights,

when the stars shine freely,

and I dream of that kiss,

I feel wrong.



Those moments,

when I dream of arms to hold me,

and eyes to take the pain,

I feel wrong.



On sleepless evenings,

when I feel lonely,

and want someone to share my dreams,

I feel wrong.



Everyday,

I feel like I'm breaking rules,

like I'm not worthy of life's blessings.

Because I don't want to love her,

I want to love him, and I feel wrong.

11/17/07