I know a wonderful person who's life is full of doubt she cries herself to sleep too much to worry about
I love her with my heart and soul though we've never even met I wish for her all the happiness she could possibly ever get
More than that I love her smile My love for her stretches Over ever in-between mile
Her life is filled with angels only her and I can see I want to tell her madly how much she means to me
she's going through a rough patch in the game that we call life how i love to hold her how I wish . . .
she were my wife . . .
Blakaize · Sat Dec 06, 2008 @ 08:03am · 1 Comments |