Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I prove its reason
Sorry is an excuse
To be sorry
Truly sorry
You have to believe in second chances
A way to mend what was broken
To mean your forgiveness
Sorry is just a word
You have to prove it by taking second chances
For the come along
Every once in a long while
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
What can I do to love you?
For I’m charmed by you,
Your beauty.
&nb
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
