Days pass my mind like clouds in the sky
So i wish i could recit our first meeting, greetings
But i've forgot...
First things first
I was the poet, your were the spark
You painted pictures at a time
not physical but mentally, spirtually
You made music mean things...
I'm a romantic
So i feel i've fallen for you
time and time agian
But with true intentions hidden like always
Never letting you in...
