May 2015
I imagine you'd kiss me,
take my hand, read my note;
smile for the words that I,
weeping, once wrote.
Unsure what to do,
I know one thing I can:
No one can stop me when
"I have a plan."
take my hand, read my note;
smile for the words that I,
weeping, once wrote.
Unsure what to do,
I know one thing I can:
No one can stop me when
"I have a plan."
