The Truth, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

I want the perfect way,
some way good and grand.
A way to speak the words;
Will you hold my hand?
Everything I'll say 
could be good or bad.
Depends you reply...
happily or sad.
Now here's the words I'll say,
I hope you feel them too.
The truth is hard to speak,
but it is...
      I love you.
Posted: 2009-12-18 06:14:04 UTC

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2010-01-17 04:27:23CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART
aw this is really good, i like it