I wish that only one pair of lips would meet my own,
I wish they would belong to the one that will always love me.
But, alas, we all fall for the harshness of counterfeit affection.
Lies, built on broken oaths. That's what I once was.
But someday, I know that we will cross paths,
And the connection will blossom into a symphony of faith and trust.
But I have yet to find you.
I will endure heartbreak. That much is assured. It always is.
No one can really escape the pain and suffering of a cheat, or a lost feeling of love.
And recovery can take an eternity.
I know I will endure this pain and sorrow.
But I'll still be waiting for y