It was Tuesday morning


I was thinking what have I got to lose ?


Lace , wilting roses , ***** sunshine .

Has it gotten to the point
you make it hard

What we are made of
is but our lingering past

The yellowing days of our future that was to be

Our love was not to be just another

Friday evening
What have you got to lose

I know your secret

But I lost the key

Why do you have to make it so hard ?