Don’t be sorry
For the small things
the large things
Don’t be sorry,
I am sorry
For the way my Heart’s strings pull
On yours
I just want to hear, our chord again
I’m sorry for all the tears
that stain my journal
Whose heat burns my cheeks
reminding me of my passion fur Du
I’m sorry
for gazing at the Stars,
they remind me of your eyes
So don’t be sorry
and I shouldn’t be either…
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Don’t be sorry
For the small things
the large things
Don’t be sorry,
I am sorry
For the way my Heart’s strings pull
On yours
I just want to hear, our chord again
I’m sorry for all the tears
that stain my journal
Whose heat burns my cheeks
reminding me of my passion fur Du
I’m sorry
for gazing at the Stars,
they remind me of your eyes
So don’t be sorry
and I shouldn’t be either…
