Bowling for Floods, by Lovesick and Sick of It Subscribe to rss feed for Lovesick and Sick of It

I wish you were here
To shelter me from the storm
Your comforting words could never compare
To being wrapped in your arms

I’m so scared
I can’t face this alone
This life will tear me apart
Unless I have you

But love is just as frightening 
The fear of the unknown, the past, the future
What if things don’t work out?
What will become of us?

So many words left unsaid
In the awkward conversations we share 
If only you knew…
Posted: 2006-10-03 03:53:40 UTC

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2007-07-21 23:59:43Felicia
Nice i like it please neaver stop writeing :D Felicia Mac