Come walk with me tonight We can make this right See, you and me can fight, Over this all night.
Remember how we met In same lanes of Paris No stress and strings Just me and you And feelings that still clings
And now when I place my hand on your heart I know what you have buried Inside of that. I know feeling just don't vanish They stay with you till the end You can't suppress it my friend They'll rise from the dead.
And then you'll look for me I'll be there in reach Just waiting for you Like no time has passed In the lanes same Paris
Under the eiffel Where you and me fell For each other.
Writers dedicate all their love and time on their poems. If they spend even half of this dedication on themselves, then they would heal so much and their hearts will be mended. But if all broken hearts were healed, there wouldn't have been existence of poems, as they are created and read mostly by broken hearts. ~