Sunday, August 26, 2007

Every once in a while we're lucky enough to make an unforgettable friend. For me that is you. The taste of coffee and lonliness you plainly take away. Someday I hope and pray that these words help me lead the way. You're not that gorgeous under all of that make up, don't be shy to be yourself. And i'd hate to say this again, and if holding on makes you drag me along. Your sweet antics I will file them in a cabinet, hoping not to stumble upon them again. Just to follow through. No, please, don't change the colour of your eyes. It doesn't hurt to be better, it doesn't hurt to be faithful. As long as your heart says its okay and you are concious. Everything's for convenience. The nails we chose they scarred the night. And we only realise the morning after. I hope you gain some confidence It doesn't hurt to make things happen. And when you do then you will know.