(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
Me and you
we equal two...
Its funny how you were wiff me first
then we broke up and you ran to her...
It was a cold Friday night
When I asked you how you felt...
I loved u
i thought u love me 2...
If I could I would
If I only still have courage...
. . .im srryy i NEVER show yuu how muchh i LOvee...
ihtss juss i'vee been hurtt too manyy timess...
Tears have dryed upon my face
no more crying just a broken heart to replace...