Tear-out


Maybe I miss the way we used to be

Maybe I miss the way you set your eyes on me

Maybe I miss the way you locked your arms around me

Maybe I miss the way your hand hold me in

Maybe I miss the way you tell me you need me

Maybe I miss the way you tell me you care for me

Maybe I miss the way you tell me you love me

Maybe I miss the way you tell me it’s just me

Maybe I miss the way you tell me you won’t leave me

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Tear-out

The Life of a Rose


There was once a rose who’s red indeed

In a field full of precious deeds

It was quite shy and afraid of touch

That was why it built thorns around its house

 

It may look strong and fine

But inside there was a hidden bawl

Raw and edgy at its finest

Fragile and pained at its lamest

 

The rose was filled with joy

When it saw a hand in close

Wishing to be touch, wishing to be hold

Wishing to feel love on its thorns

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Heart Matters


If only my heart can speak, it will probably shout something, everything about you—‘cause all it has is you. You are special, so special. Yet, I don’t want to see you. Not that I don’t want you but…but I’m afraid you’ll hear what my heart got to say. If only my heart can speak, you’ll know everything. It will tell you how your stares make me fall in love with you over and over again.

Heart Matters