All I have is this keypad..contemplating of the times we've had..as I wait patiently for our hearts to cross..gazing back to the seasons..for the falling times we've lost..clashing with these emotions.. to keep a heart of cold..jack frost..but I take the time remembering you as old..knowing my greatest fear is seeing you becoming another mans centerfold.. But Through the center of A missing piece i acknowledge your treasure box still holds gold..so I key that with me and embrace those last words you
"Ever Told"...
