Tricky Love

Tricky Love

There is always that day I stop and think
How well it was with you and me
I must be mistaking cause now your gone,
But in my dreams your far beyond.

Do you have these days the same as me?
Or do you dream anywhere close to me,
Because I would run most defiantly
To catch the next bus back and out of your dreams
So me and you could become reality.

I know the feeling, that’s now dead
I learnt S-P-R, let me give you a hand
You held my hand and once again
Me and you began.

This is a little note my friend
Love is tricky so be a man.
Pock it again, to double check
If another story can begin.

Created by me
March 15th 2010
1:30am