all it takes to lose your sense of belonging, is to bear a painful memory.
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?would you get them if I did?
No you won't,because you are gone.when you are dreaming with a broken heart,waking up is the hardest part.pain throws your heart to the ground,love turns the whole thing around,no it won't go the way it should but i know the heart of life is good.I will beg my way into your garden,i will break myself out when it rains.just to get back to the place where I started so I can watch back all over again.i see through your love.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
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