Your brittle quiet voice,
Had whispered upon my ear,
It had said many things,
But, not so clear...
Your smooth lips,
Brushed against mine,
With so much passion and so much love,
I figured it was fine...
Your crystal blue eyes,
Had cried with a horrid reveal,
You had said you lied and wished for my heart you'd steal,
As I look above and pray for my way...
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm OK,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I was all along...
