Monday, January 9, 2012


You look at me like a miracle;
don’t wanna let you down.

Sending me a love song
that’s hard for me to hear.

You say I saved your life
while I look down at the floor.

Or put it in a love letter;
was this thing meant for me.

All you ask is that I hold you
but you deserve much more.

If only I could love myself
as sweetly as you love me.

No comments:

Post a Comment