My love, I write this for you.
Your name may stand for sorrow and depression...
A tale is a tale of discussion
the heat of discussion is the love of a tale...
When I wake up you are on my mind,
And all day through til night...
Love is a bucket
With holes in it...
I let you cloud my judgment
And flood my heart with things I believed to be...
I knew in the beginning that it would be hard and...
When we first met it started out like something...
Maybe I should let you go,
But I much rather not...
Eyes as brown as tree branches,
Lashes short and black...
Laying here thinking to myself,
What would it take to take the sadness...
You told me you couldn't be with me in my current...
You told me you needed someone with a clean slate...
What's round is turn around
around is turn around...
If Love was a garden
And flowers were we...