The world is a concession of fear and hope,
Sometimes I go through my phone and there is no one to call.
I observe life and feel like I'm overlooking,
She looks out into the clear blue water on a foggy afternoon,
The world is cold on those bad days,
My love for you is spontaneous, yet fully detailed.
We laugh, we smile
The yellow and orange leaves are like the warmth in my cheeks from something sweet.
I want to fly...
I’m sorry that you have been hurt.