I call it new love not because it is
but because its a time we test our love...
Don't mistake me for
an insomniac; these are...
It's funny how you never really heal,
from broken memories in your past...
In a brand new box of crayons
A love begins to sprout...
Solid yet fragile
awaits its breaking moment...
Can you promise me a lifetime of love and trust
Can we live to ascend in the morning lust...
Two sisters sang
a melody...
Those sunny Heavens did shine down on us
That smultery midday July the fourth...
A feeling so strangely powerful,
Definitely not an infatuation...
Things will be different he said in tears as he...
Snot running down his nose...
Your words
ease my soul...
I always knew love will come find me some day
But never did i know that it will be you who is...