• Well my dear, the truth I need so much to hear from your lips. Why do you make me suffer so? When all it takes is three words, from those angel lips of yours. Yet as I sit here in this dark room waitng I feel as though you are waiting on me. Although nothing comes from my velvet angel lips, which you know so well. The bleak room in which we sit only better reflects our mood. Although we sit alone, but surrounded by a few others. I look into your soft sweet eyes. Which I know and love. You seem as though you want to say to me something, for if you don't your heart might rip apart. Well as though it is a sign we were meant to be. I feel the same as you do.