Loving her is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street Faster than the wind passionate as sin ended so suddenly Loving her is like trying to change your mind after your already flying through the free fall Like the colors in autumn so bright before they lose it all Losing her was blue like id never known Missing her was dark grey all along Forgetting her was like trying to know somebody you never met But loving her was red
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 23:34:16 +0000