The touches layed upon my skin somewhat resemble butterfly kisses,like a fresh fallen rain or a shooting star, so i make wishes the only one i wish for,is the only one i can't have, foolish games have been played, misconceptions by me have been over- ruled, whats left to say, theres only one question, the unanswered one, has the question been spoken, or mimic ed only without words,whose hearts have been broken, not for anyone to see but me, on the outside my scars may have healed but on the inside they run deep, thicker and deeper than the blood in my veins, with the scars on my heart all i feel is pain, and there's still just that one question lingering in the air, is it important to you too,so here's the only one question ,do you or don't you?
