foolish games
nights grow late stars shine bright inside i tremble you hold me tight things to come we do not know caring and love the outcome is unsure i wish i knew your heart i wish i knew how pure i want to stop trying so hard i want to give you time and space i don't know how to do that because i simply want to see your face give me some advice some way to make you stay i want to be important to you but i don't often feel that way.
Sunday, Dec. 15, 2002
8:02 p.m. |