Broken pencils and empty notebooks
lie on my bedroom floor...
Dear pza,
I've thought long enough about this and i now know...
Squeeze my hand twice if your there with me,
Again if you think our love could set us free...
In a book i am having made,
i have listened and obeyed...
Its me that loves you,
truly, madly,devotedly...
I want a man who passionately kisses,
And can fulfill all of my wishes...
Today i have to pack my case,
and Sunday leave for a different place...
Of all the pasts written
and all the futures foretold...
Miss you,
hate being apart...
I am leaving sunday morning,
but i really want to stay...
When you get home send to me,
an e-mail full of poetry...
You are an inspiration without trying
just by living your life the right way...