Baby,baby,baby
Where do we begin?, it seems our lives are in...
Holding on
Hands raw bleeding heavily...
When blackbird sings a song for him
from snowy perch all crisp and trim...
A million questions on my mind, their answers lead...
I never thought, that day we met, that you would...
Whoso has loved each other as we.
Upon the paths, we have cherished and disparaged...
I know it's done...
Each pain rise from my thoughts...
I know you'll never say it:
those dreaded words, "Me too...
The most painful thing is to hear a song
that sings how he loves you but that gets wrong...
I love how at any instant,
You would travel to me...
As you lay
in bed next to me...
I wish you would have told me first loves aren’t...
And that one day my heart would break...
You were my world,
And yet you crumbled...