We met by chanceI didn't expect, in her hands, my heart to dance.It’s not the eyesnor my lies.It's the hows, the bees, and the whys.It is the hairmost probably. Red, shiny, wriggly and fair. Who am I Kidding. It is not all that.It...

I knew she knew the hurt I feltIt broke my heart the day she leftWe tried to mend our lives we spentAnd tried to saw the fields we growAlas we failed our hearts betrayedBy love and hate we recently...