Black Paper Diary
For Every Love That Died
Don't open your eyes just yet. I still haven't figured out a way to fix your
name in the sky. So while you stand there with your hands over your eyes and
a smile on your face, I'll wish I had all the right words to say at just the
right times - words to fashion your regrets into the snow you can't help but
loose to the sun. So now I bare this burden; to mend every wound in her
heart, piece back together everything she's lost, and somehow make her
realize she is beautiful.
From Letras Mania