Her soul was pure,
her heart was clean...
You never call when you promise to
You only call when you have nothing to do...
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress...
Through out my screen
I look into your eyes...
The desire of wanting you is
like the beating of your heart...
Promise.
I promise never to tell you a lie...
I stumbled into your life with a desire to know...
But I guess it'll just work itself out all in...
Every night she would cry,
Thinking that maybe she would rather die...
When we typed those very first words,
how could we possibly have known...
Although I cannot see you,
I know that you are there...
When your all Alone and feeling sad,
like there's not a soul who cares...
I miss the times we used to share!
Taking the good with the bad...