I knew in my heart that the smile on my face would be turning to sarrow, it is taring me apart to let you go. I lived with your promises as long as I can. There will be no more letters, saying I will be there soon, that I will take to heart. Recieved too many and none of your words have proved to be true. Never seen such a desiring face as your's, but the soul has to come with the photo, that I have put away. Each time I would look at the photo, was my way of holding on to hope. That hope has now left me lonely, it was taring me up holding onto maybe promises and dreams. I do not want to let you go, but if you you truely love me, then I will leave it all in the hands of the time, to prove me wrong. My loving you was like heaven, now I am not sure?
~Still Loving You Tares Me Up~
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