Do You?
Do you want to be my one and only love?
That seems to be the question these days.
But how does it happen?
How does someone relinquish her heart when it's not whole?
Like it was painted red. And the paint was scraped off - the chips blown quickly away, scattered by the wind.
Where are they now, the pieces of scraped-off heart? In memories sweet. Moments that shouldn't be remembered.
What do you do with the songs that remind you of someone? Or places? Do you pledge faithfulness to someone new and forget them on purpose? Is it easy?
Do you want to be my one and only love?
It's been asked before - but rarely with words.
That seems to be the question these days.
But how does it happen?
How does someone relinquish her heart when it's not whole?
Like it was painted red. And the paint was scraped off - the chips blown quickly away, scattered by the wind.
Where are they now, the pieces of scraped-off heart? In memories sweet. Moments that shouldn't be remembered.
What do you do with the songs that remind you of someone? Or places? Do you pledge faithfulness to someone new and forget them on purpose? Is it easy?
Do you want to be my one and only love?
It's been asked before - but rarely with words.