You have a hold on my lust,
But not on my heart...
I sit here
In the quiet...
Whispers of broken promises
To the tortured soul...
There's this girl who's got style and grace
She makes all the boys I know go woah...
To mend a broken heart,
you must seek out the hidden spark...
My heart is oh so sore
And so ready to break...
I know that it's useless
My longing that's for you...
As I lean in to kiss her,
she doesn't attempt to stop me...
So cute...adorable...
Indeed...
I wake up to the early morning sun warming my...
I reach over and feel you next to me...
I watch you walking away,
Hoping you'll look back...
When you hear your name slip sweetly from her...
Dripping in beads of nectar, her azucar...