Whispers of the heart that can only be said through writing, because words said can be forgotten, while writing is words that stay.
V: Dependance
Holding my heart in your hands Making me feel the perfect lands Paradise, so close to me Hell will soon be a memory So strong you've made me and so weak I've never before been so meek So dependent on an others words Dying to hear us called love birds No, dying to see your precious face so that you'll fill my heart with your grace.