Friday, 31 July 2009

The way you wear your heart

And something about the way you wear your heart

It makes me want to put paper to pen

While something inside me says I know I’ll never win

But god help me, he knows I’ll try and try again

Because every time I look into those eyes, I want to be more than just a friend

Though you can only depend,

On someone who can repent

And I have only a joke, no helping hand to lend

So for a carrier pigeon, better yet a dove, go send

For a man who knows how to love and not pretend

And I call you on no bluff, from here on in these words in your honour, end.