I'm a hopeless romantic
Scared to fall in love again.

Promise me this:
Promise you won't call anymore.
And you won't send me flowers.
You won't listen to our song.
And you won't build me all these towers.
You won't speak to me ever.
Nor write me a single letter.
*But over all, promise me you'll keep breaking your promises,
especially the ones you just vowed to.

What will become of you
Without any dreams to follow?

Time heals all wounds, they say,-- but -- heartbreak --I--s a wound deeper than most. What if that was the first thing she has ever --lo--st? They said she was too nai--ve,-- too young.  And it hurts knowing they were --d--ead wrong. It hurts her knowing it ended real bad. It hurts trying to understand. She remembers the lips she once had tasted, and she remembers t --h--e     t--im--e... all of it wasted. She remembers the passion, the love, the way time would fly. And now all that's left is hatred, the blood, a final good-bye

promise me it gets better!!!!*

I'm sorry dear, this is supposed to be the easiest lesson?

“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to **** yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to **** yourself.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to  **forget you.

in just one instant everyone separates
                    from the images we loved the most,
and dear friend
you will lay
               fragile and
                in pain beside the frames.

I left you thinking about many things
and hopefully you will think a bit of me along the way.

You know,
dear friend,
in this path towards death
              called life,
I feel well accompanied
I feel almost satisfied
when I picture that far away,
                                              wherever you are,
maybe you believe my words before going to bed
or come across me in the streets of your dreams.

If I could see my baby
At least once, tonight,
As the weather:*  rainy,
Gives a chill, just right.
Oh, what I would give to just be told
He would never appear before my eyes;
**I hope he won't grow old...
I will miss singing his lullabies.

How it hurts feeling an emptiness in my soul
Deep in my heart; a deep painful hole
knowing how much I need you; yet
knowing what lies between us:
A barrier I'll never cross;
A barrier of love.
How much we used to have
and now there's  nothing at all.

I want to be the well trusted word
throughout the moon’s midnight eyes
with wishes that were once something other than                                                             pai­n

I want to*  believe
  I want to    see
     I want to  know

             I want to be the verb,    "I CAN”
                I want to walk with a purpose
                   and confess to you
                     that one average afternoon
                         **I fell in love with you…

There's a time and place for everything
A time to cry
A time to laugh
A time to love
A time to run away for a little while
With the someone you love.
I call this perfect timing
But I think now's the time to realize
You never got the timing right .
You were random.
A clock with worn out batteries,  
Or maybe you work counter-clockwise
I guess I'll never know.

And I did.  
But I realized something else too.
I realized i have never loved anyone,
As much as I love you.

Everyone says My arms don't know how to hold you.