The last time we met I noticed
the bright red flowers in your hair...
Was it all a mistake?
The way his lips pressed against mine...
When I hear the words I love you I hear a lie
Almost three years I feel like I should die...
As I sit here on my swing
slowly going back and forth...
Deep down I guess I always knew
There was a chance Id fall back in love with you...
This was once a beautiful red rose, a gift between...
A silent promise between lovers, a vow to never...
I sit here alone thinking, How is it that I, Me...
And how is it that, I me my hands large and strong...
I hold you, i protect you.
are you out of harms way...
Rekindling the love-fire with my ego unshaken
On sun drenched beech where the lovers have...
Two suns almost sunken
__steamy halves float...
Broken hearts cannot be mended,
Merely patched and warn away...
My heart was as barren as the vastest desert
Inevitably void of lives, empty and too dry...