Arcassin B
Arcassin B
Jan 19, 2015

By Arcassin Burnham

Traced without some deep depression,
Somehow some way you learned your lesson,
But somehow lost with a further testament,
You don't know how much I miss you did you mention it,
Flying towards heaven,
Seven hundred and seventy-seven,
Only 7 minutes in heaven,
somehow some way you learned your lesson,
If only you knew how much I cared about you without the discretions.

Let me breathe
#love   #her   #she   #missing   #waiting   #ifonly   #loveher   #shedontknow  
 
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