by Danni Oct 15, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
I lay here at night under my tall oak tree where we always used to meet. I think back to the good and the bad we used to have. I hear our song playing in the wind, I see us dancing that slow sad dance,the last time I ever saw your face. |
I ilked this it had such emotion in it!!!! keep up the great work!!! |