she gave her heart he gave it back
she gave her love he gave his
but things can change just as quick
three small words can be erased
not written in ink but written with lead
across the paper where her tears were shed
laughter fades just like memories
butterflys caught must be set free
seasons change
so does taste
i love you today
can be erased
Arts of the Midnight
Where time is not a boundary for dreams.