May 12, 2005 00:47
he will look at you diffrent,
maybe he will hold your hand and kiss your forehead.
he can do all of those things,
that i never tried to do.
he might be older, wiser,
a son of a gun.
he is yours. (never again, will you be mine.)
he walks a little diffrent
slower,
diffrent.
his hair is short,
he drinks expensive wine
he will be your everything,
just like i use to be.