Jul 12, 2003 17:40
Were we just broken-hearted when we spent,
the night under the stars? Seemingly, your
eyes focus on me and I wish that I could be…
between all these lines
the print is way to fine to read
could we please retrace a lost design,
so I could fall into your arms just for awhile?
I find myself back where we started.
Dreaming alone, tearing down these walls
That time has built between us.
Coming home has never been the hardest thing.