misspiggy
New member
my first thread so please let me down easy if you don't like it. oh and i might post someother stuff here too I don't know but please read and review.
Okay here it goes.
We sit under a tree
Converse and Confess
Feeling the warmth of an embrace
that can never be replaced.
Is this what it is to love?
Why do people divorce and marry?
And abandon the children they carried?
The paper's crumpled up and the
rules are replaced with hatred that can't be erased.
Is that what it is to love?
When the memory is gone and the time is done
is it all the same?
Can the past be evermore?
Can the future be evertold?
Is this what it is to love?
Can you let go and never forget?
Or do you have time to have some regrets?
Is this what it is to love?
I guess it is because now you're gone and
that's what it was to love.
Okay here it goes.
We sit under a tree
Converse and Confess
Feeling the warmth of an embrace
that can never be replaced.
Is this what it is to love?
Why do people divorce and marry?
And abandon the children they carried?
The paper's crumpled up and the
rules are replaced with hatred that can't be erased.
Is that what it is to love?
When the memory is gone and the time is done
is it all the same?
Can the past be evermore?
Can the future be evertold?
Is this what it is to love?
Can you let go and never forget?
Or do you have time to have some regrets?
Is this what it is to love?
I guess it is because now you're gone and
that's what it was to love.