LEW

I wish it weighed more than three words
As they rest on the tip of my tongue, it's still hurts
Your hands smell just like tears
And all I rest on is a...

I am a follower,but not a sheep
I pay my debts through restless sleep
A collector of toys and memories
When we wore purple from head to feet
I am a tr...

I surrender to the sound
Of my own voice apologizing
For things I never did
For things I'd never do to you
I surrender to the wave
Of insecurities you...

Got me tongue tied, thinking what I should say
Your beauty is something that I can't describe in words
You're like the closest thing on heaven if it c...