This is for you… The man of my greatest dream...
Though I never told you how much you mean to the world... To me...
You have to understand…
In this world… We can't do all the possible things…
A million words won't bring you back I know
becouse I tryed neither would a million tears I know
becouse cryed they say memoris are golden
maybe this is true I never wanted memoris I only wanted you
I've never loved someone as much as I loved that guy. His name’s David. It’s not the first story I’m writing about him, but I felt I had some precisions to make. I know he loved me. I know he loved me as much as I loved him. And he still does.
I've wanted to tell you, but sometimes I don't dare say a word. When I need you here you've always been here you've always have heard. When I'm sad, here you are brininging joy. I've always bragged that you were the most perfect boy.
Mom, mother, mummy... What does this word mean to you to him to her to everyone? For some it might be like any other word for others it’s the person who got them into this world and for each person it has a unique meaning… But to me mom is the whole world or as I call her mommy, she's my life she's the bright candle on my dark side...
As I sit here and think of the good times and the laughs we shared, it seems our yesturday will only be alonely memory, like a moving silence of a deep blue sea.
You see him, he looks at you, and you look away.
The tension builds, as he walks slowly towards you
You don’t know what to do your body tenses
You feel anger or not speaking, he looks worried,
In not so many words can I say
I must be special in a different way
in you meaningful eyes I'm just a baby
if you open them up then you will see that I'm a growing lady
There are so many words that I can use to describe the way you make me feel.
Ever since the day we’ve been together.
My life has changed so much.
Because of you, I am happier and you always bring a smile upon my face.
Wicked words, words of hate bittering your tongue, making your taste buds wither. Making your emotions simmer until they appear to evaporate, but looking closer, making a more accurate observation, the emotions have simmered so long that they have been burnt raw.
With a hug you could cure my sadness.
With a kiss you could stop this madness.
With a warm stare you could help me forget
The things in life that make me fret.