I miss writing... Make it happen, let pain and joy creep my vains if it does not happen again, now who is to blame? |
My eyes burn with tears,
From one of my greatest fears...
I was fourteen years old when I had my first kiss,
It was a little peck on the lips...
Who knew I would ever feel this again?
What happened to happiness and my new best friend...
Every sigh, every call--
is saying something even worth it at all...
Your words, your trust,
they vanished before dusk...
You're in my life once again,
I ask: are we just friends...
I'm stuck in this nostalgic state.
Oh to be a child again...
Give me a blank mind, |
Actions are the best translations to words. |
A lot of people hate when others change, yet they hate when they don't change at all. |