roses are red, violets are blue, my life was simple, and then there was you. we built up a world, that you tore right apart, left a quiet, cold ache in the core of my heart. I swore I was finished, I swore I was through, but the maps of my mind kept on leading to you. time couldn't erase what was written in stone, even when I was learning to stand all alone. now the storm has cleared out and the healing can start, I am holding the hand of the boy who broke my heart. for worse or for better, through the break and the mend, I have loved you since then, and I'll love you to the end. it’s a heavy, deep truth that the years have made plain: if I had the choice, I would choose you again. so roses are red, and violets are blue. I've come to this bittersweet conclusion: I'll always love you.
no comment... this time. :)
