I don't write much anymore. If I do I try to remember to add it. |
I'm sorry is a hard thing to ask.
It's almost a question...
About to lose my mind
Breaking free from my soul of regret...
Missing pieces of my heart
I'm left with holes that just seem to grow...
Torn families.
Broken hearts...
Love is so complicating
I thought love conquered all...
Tears my be cold and sometimes grey but never under estimate the tears of joy |
There's a secret hidden behind my crys, Known by many...said by no one |