A sorta fairytale

Sweetest is the taste from your lips...The only way you can love me is to hurt me again...

terça-feira, abril 11, 2006

Magic Green Eyes

Behind those magic green eyes
Lies a person who no longer tries.
Tries not to love, tries not to laugh
But is more than ready to cross my path.


He is hold on to known truth so tight
That cannot let go to see the light.
The light of a world ever carefree
Wonder if that world for her lies within me...


As time passes, more barriers are built
But harder and deeper I forget my guilt.
And maybe someday I could be so bold
As to find and resurrect his lost heart of gold...