It was my Grown Lovee,
I am to young to understand what I have in front of my eyes
the purity of what we were holding in our hands
but I guess you were scared like me....
I guess you just did not trust that I could keep a purity so clean,
Maybee I'm just to immature, just to ungrown
maybe all the smoke in my mouth has clouded my soul
Maybe all that toxic liquid has impaired my thinking
But I can't comprehend the things I did wrong
I'm standing at the dock by the river of my tears
I'm hungry for you're love, but you are not prepared to feed it
my body is not able to heal this pain is physical
I'm standing behind bars of my misconceptions of what I thought I understood
But forever more I'll always be yours, it is not like the past
I'm young but baby I'm not Dumb
My heart Is TRULY yours, I never love the same...
If I let those words leak from my mouth I'll be in shame
I'll stand at the point of our Love, come rescue me,
It is never to late.
He Loves me, I shall not worry.
I have nothing to fear, but that my fate might disappear.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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