The Truth, by Convalescence |
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 04:27:23 | CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART |
aw this is really good, i like it |