The gray skies rush in.
This world I’m in is wrapped in sin.
Where does it all begin?
You’re the one I turn to when it gets rough.
Enough is enough.
Before when I was young,
I could taste the sweetness on my tongue.
Although, it feels like I’m still thirteen.
Worn-out from the same old routine.
My world was once so sweet and serene.
Nothing is new and nothing is old
The world was still my playground and unseen.
Dressed in dreams for me
You were what I wished to see
Love will grow from the first hello until the last goodbye.
So to sweet romance there is but one answer, you and I.
written July 2005
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