Kaya
February 28th, 2011, 11:44 PM
They are all crying out for you.
The music, soft and happy.
Pictures of you are everywhere.
It was cold outside and the breeze was chilling.
The last time I could ever kiss you, or hold you.
I remember the smell of the flowers.
They follow me everywhere.
It's how I know you're with me.
My heart is still beating.
It's how I know I'm with you.
Comments are welcome.
Critisizm is too.
I only wrote for practice....it's not good sooo yea
The music, soft and happy.
Pictures of you are everywhere.
It was cold outside and the breeze was chilling.
The last time I could ever kiss you, or hold you.
I remember the smell of the flowers.
They follow me everywhere.
It's how I know you're with me.
My heart is still beating.
It's how I know I'm with you.
Comments are welcome.
Critisizm is too.
I only wrote for practice....it's not good sooo yea