As
soon as he said it,
he wished that he could have taken
in all back. he wished that he could
go back just a few seconds earlier so that he would have said
things
differently. so that he didn't have to see how fast her smile and
the glow
she always has upon her just disappear because of him. he realized
that
he'd let himself get to caught up in his emotions, that he just had
hurt
the one and only girl that
means; everything and more to him
I'm
like a
sunday
morning, you're like a friday night and when we
kiss it's the perfect weekend, no rain in sight.
and when i'm feeling incomplete, you're my missing piece
and when you need your breath taken away, i'll be your thief.