Upon these earth's lips I utter
I love you I said...
In a forlorn night with the pouring rain
City lights of doom and laughter of people in vain...
The clock struck 11,
Thinking how time could stand still...
Walking home alone at night
With intense city lights blinding my sight...
Two years and still counting
Of weeping and thinking...
I used to love reading about guardian angels as a...
and I remember meeting one named Rafael...
I loved a man
named after Charles Bukowski...
You were the goose bumps I get
After listening to a beautiful song for the first...
My lips haven't stopped saying your name
Since the last time you kissed it...
Beautiful man on the other side of the 401,
Would you meet me halfway...
God knows how much I want you |
I wish life was a board game so we can go BACK TO START. |
Love is like the guitar. Playing it cannot be rushed. It requires time to tune it in order to play it smoothly. |