At this particular time of year there weren't a lot of people around and we spent the day being a little “handsy” with one another
. Not long ago I was telling Amber about writing the story and she has encouraged me to write more about our trists after reading.
Young. As I lie awake in my lonely bed,
Thoughts of you still fill my head,
Wondering where you could have went,
The pillowcase still has your delicate scent,
Like the memories that linger on,
Long after you have up and gone. I hope the memories will never fade,
Of the passionate love we made,
Of the times I held you so tight,
Of the feelings that felt so right,
Of the passionate heat that began to rise,
Like the fires that burned, in your eyes
At this particular time of year there weren't a lot of people around and we spent the day being a little “handsy” with one another
. Not long ago I was telling Amber about writing the story and she has encouraged me to write more about our trists after reading.
Young. As I lie awake in my lonely bed,
Thoughts of you still fill my head,
Wondering where you could have went,
The pillowcase still has your delicate scent,
Like the memories that linger on,
Long after you have up and gone. I hope the memories will never fade,
Of the passionate love we made,
Of the times I held you so tight,
Of the feelings that felt so right,
Of the passionate heat that began to rise,
Like the fires that burned, in your eyes
At this particular time of year there weren't a lot of people around and we spent the day being a little “handsy” with one another
. Not long ago I was telling Amber about writing the story and she has encouraged me to write more about our trists after reading.
Young. As I lie awake in my lonely bed,
Thoughts of you still fill my head,
Wondering where you could have went,
The pillowcase still has your delicate scent,
Like the memories that linger on,
Long after you have up and gone. I hope the memories will never fade,
Of the passionate love we made,
Of the times I held you so tight,
Of the feelings that felt so right,
Of the passionate heat that began to rise,
Like the fires that burned, in your eyes
