Forgive my misguided ways
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
For this I don't deserve you
Although I'll always love
My dear sweet AmberDawn
Though it is I'm not enough
I've touched your precious heart
With something made of fear
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
For this I don't deserve you
Although I'll always love
My dear sweet AmberDawn
Though it is I'm not enough
I've touched your precious heart
With something made of fear
I never meant to reduce
Your beauty down to tears
I need you so much more
I need you so much more
Than you may ever know
For everything I swear
I won't let you be alone
I'll spend my life to make
For everything I swear
I won't let you be alone
I'll spend my life to make
This wrong to what is right
For every drop of tear
You've cried into the night
I love you AmberDawn
And that will never change
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
I love you AmberDawn
And that will never change
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
Popular Posts
-
there is an image of this girl within my heart who once embraced me when i was a teen i cared for her when dreams would conjure as an ar...
-
you are the sun, i am the moon, we'll never touch we'll never know the beauty of a kiss i'll never know what it may be to mi...
-
such breath is like lonely dream a life that drifts in lily white the air is cold but surely gleams true beauty through the azure night...
-
i fall into the fragile moment i met you while sitting alone in this cradling solace drifting in and out of ...
-
My belovéd I am within a void if not with the inspiration of your soul, without the very essence that is you. I have only recently discov...
-
o farewell belovéd mother i pray that you can see as angels lead you through those gates just what you mean to m...
-
come squeeze on the thorns and confess while you bleed let me mourn for you at the alter of death time is no acquaintance, you're stil...
-
oh, as you hang the semblance of my soul where all the world will find their fortuned dreams the piece of you that feeds the midnight ...
-
Oh me, I am the one from the table where roses wither left alone by my only son in echoing flakes of winter In moment's instanc...
-
as these thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought fueled by the madness in my heart's desire ...

No comments:
Post a Comment