I've dreaded that day for quite some time The flowers aren't mine, they're hers The smiles aren't mine, they're hers The love isn't yours it's hers and not only hers but mine
Love, Love that is real makes you forget makes you depend makes you forget all of the lovers that have gone makes you depend when your heart beats louder than you hear and when kisses are an escape or a taste of chaos in your brain
love is the simple act a simple act of feeling feeling you feeling through you
love is not the red red roses but the long night talks to a silent television screen love is the simple closeness and intimacy
a word you know nothing about a word you judge you know but intimacy is not only physical but the way that I knew what you were going to say before you would and catching the lie beforw it came out and understanding your eyes don't lie
I hope you fall in love as many times as you please but for what it's worth I'll never fall for anyone else not for you but for the thought of you and what it gives me