When bells ring, that sunny day,
As we sit beneath the tree...
If words could speak on their own
this would be much easier to do...
I saw you one day,
You caught my eye...
The fist of yours that scares me
that bruises all over my skin...
I don't want to seem annoying,
But listen to what I have to say...
The setting of this poem:
Walking on the grass...
Juliet's a little lost;
ad Romeo's a bit confused...
I don't want fancy jewelry,
or big diamond rings...
Would it be okay?
would it be alright...
The way you walk,the way you talk.
It's all much to complicated to explain,but much...
I hate that I love you
Theres too much pain...
When we were together
when we were apart...