Where the daisies grow tall And the birds sing in perfect harmony That's where you'll find us Tucked in sweetly beneath the silver skies Hands entwined And bodies holding tight We'll stay there forever He'll stroke my hair And I'll trace his scars Tranquil and content I'll love him always
I collect missed opportunities and mark them out of ten and order them accordingly and store them in my brain, I'm constantly updating as new regrets form in my ever changing hit parade of things that might have been.