Mar 2018
The sun is out
but the butterflies have all died
The blooming, the blossoming
the rustling greens have dried
The cold, humid, passionate
nights have all gone
Where once there was love
new love has been born
I do not despise you
I never could
I respect, and adore you
Wish you the best, I always would
but the butterflies have all died
The blooming, the blossoming
the rustling greens have dried
The cold, humid, passionate
nights have all gone
Where once there was love
new love has been born
I do not despise you
I never could
I respect, and adore you
Wish you the best, I always would
Just a little birthday present for a former love.
If you're reading this, don't you ever think that anyone who's seen you from so close, could ever dislike you. You're a wonderful soul, and you'll find a way, even if you don't see it yet. Happy, is the hero here. Happy's got to be.
Bon anniversaire, A! :)
If you're reading this, don't you ever think that anyone who's seen you from so close, could ever dislike you. You're a wonderful soul, and you'll find a way, even if you don't see it yet. Happy, is the hero here. Happy's got to be.
Bon anniversaire, A! :)
