there must be something i'm doing wrong something about me that makes me not right there has to be something that keeps you running back to her everytime we get close
and when his tongue is down my throat, all thats going through my head are thoughts of you.its kind of funny but its kind of sad, how your name is the only name i ever listen for. and when his fingers are entwined with mine, our conversation from the night before keeps me occupied.
he reached for her hand. "i don`t want to lose you." his voice was almost in a whisper. she could feel the tears again, & she fought them back. "but you don`t want to keep me either, do you?" to that, he had no response.
Sometimes there's nothing to say. Sometimes silence expresses more than words. Picking up the phone, dialing a number.. it can do more damage than good but humans are afflicted with this obsessive desire, to talk things to death. So we make things worse, just by trying to make it better.
i don't need a rose, i want a daisy you picked for my hair. i don't want a fancy box of chocolates, i want a burnt cookie that you made just for me. i don't want to go to some upscale restaurant, let's just have a picnic in your front yard. we don't have to go to prom, we can just dance on my front porch until we fall asleep in each other's arms.
