Haven
Well-known member
Weak is the rhythm of my heart when it beats.
Weak is what I feel when I’m in the dark hugging my knees.
Weak is the foundation on which I built my last relationship.
Weak is how I felt when I couldn’t keep the romance together.
Weak was my voice when I had to say good bye.
Weak was my knees when I walk down her front steps.
Weak are the memories made of what ifs and regrets.
Weak is how I looked when tear gathered in my eyes.
Weak is how I was feeling when picking up where I left off with my life.
Weeks is what it took for me to realize that I must be strong, because a weak man would have died.
Weak is what I feel when I’m in the dark hugging my knees.
Weak is the foundation on which I built my last relationship.
Weak is how I felt when I couldn’t keep the romance together.
Weak was my voice when I had to say good bye.
Weak was my knees when I walk down her front steps.
Weak are the memories made of what ifs and regrets.
Weak is how I looked when tear gathered in my eyes.
Weak is how I was feeling when picking up where I left off with my life.
Weeks is what it took for me to realize that I must be strong, because a weak man would have died.
