January 2012
9 posts
Honey you are a rock Upon which I stand And I come here to talk I hope you understand I came here with a load And it feels so much lighter Now I met you And honey you should know That I could never go on without you Green eyes Honey you are the sea Upon which I float And I came here to talk I think you should know
“Think how much easier it would all be if there was some swift surgical procedure to whisk away all the ugly memories and mistakes and leave only the fun trips and special holidays. But until that day arrives, what to do? Rely on the same old needlepoint philosophy of “forgive and forget”? And even if a couple can manage the forgiveness, has any ever really conquered the...
