 |
|
She keeps your house, your heart and your home.
She's your comfort, your stability; The one you want to spend your life with. But I'm the one you came to that night. I made you feel reckles and young. And it was you who came to me, Instead of choosing the one you so love. Why was it me who took you to those limits. Was it the risk that made you pulse race? Or did I really set your blood on fire. Why wasn't it her? Call it selfish but I hope she never can; And you will at least someday wonder What if? Julie Z. --May 1998 . |
