Sir Chris,
I will tell you what I feel. But for now, I will just keep it.
~Cherry
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a container of foolish feelings for a certain chemistry professor of the University of the Philippines - Manila
can't you tell?
more of what's inside
tell me now
something for you
Don't Call Me
C all my name, oh my angel in the night;
H ow your voice takes away all of my might.
R osy whispers... Oh, but my blood stains the light
I t hurts, I am weak, for you're but a sight.
S ir, break my heart for isn't it more right
T o kill a young love than to shoot it in flight?
O h break my heart for I still cry tonight
P lease call my name! Angel of the deathscythe!
H ow do I let go of this I hold tight,
E nd all my joys; end my insane delight,
R everse my heart so I end not contrite,
J ade all my dreams of you to black and white?
A ffairs of my heart I should end in spite,
Y es my first love's a love of no requite.
C all my name, oh my angel in the night;
H ow your voice takes away all of my might.
R osy whispers... Oh, but my blood stains the light
I t hurts, I am weak, for you're but a sight.
S ir, break my heart for isn't it more right
T o kill a young love than to shoot it in flight?
O h break my heart for I still cry tonight
P lease call my name! Angel of the deathscythe!
H ow do I let go of this I hold tight,
E nd all my joys; end my insane delight,
R everse my heart so I end not contrite,
J ade all my dreams of you to black and white?
A ffairs of my heart I should end in spite,
Y es my first love's a love of no requite.
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