I must’ve called a thousand times
to tell you I’m sorry for everything I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home.
At least I can say I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it doesn’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear
you apart anymore.
There’s no past tense in loving someone
It’s either you always will or
you never did at all.
Love is when I can’t pay attention to anything,
being busy writing your first name
with my last name.
Age does not protect you from love
but love to some extent protect you
True love can be delayed,
but can not be denied.