perhaps we're doomed,
but I don't care
he's the kind of boy
with love to spare
perhaps we're doomed,
but it doesn't matter
I'm certain that this time
my heart will not shatter
perhaps we're doomed
perhaps we're moving too fast
but I can't help but promise
that I will make this last
perhaps we're doomed,
perhaps we're doomed,
but I can't help falling
in love with you
YOU ARE READING
SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
