well, it seems to be that the only time i get motivated to write is when im depressed. every poem has come as a result of a brake-up. strange huh :) |
We met in the craziest way
I tried to act so cool...
The way that you smile
The sparkle in your eyes...
Might you be that girl, that walks by my side,
Hand and hand, as we both take a stride...
Who's to say what love really is?
What it does or how it feels...
As I sit and watch these tower lights
My heart aches and twisted so tight...
Might you be that girl, that walks by my side,
Hand and hand, as we both take a stride...
The way that you smile
The sparkle in your eyes...
We met in the craziest way
I tried to act so cool...