It hurts just to sing a song <br />I’m bending backwards all day long <br />My train of thought is far from complete <br />But somehow I manage to drag my feet <br />Flowers, lips, sweetness, and such <br />Always wither and fade at my touch <br />Telling myself it can’t be all my fault <br />As my tears roll down the asphalt <br />I believe I can cure this curse <br />But only if I find you first <br />Like a vagrant I pound at the door <br />Old feelings don’t matter anymore <br />This time my passion feel so true <br />I discern fresh hope in you<br /><br />Samantha Stough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-171/
