They're like prison bars guarding the windows to your soul.
The soul you don't think is deserving of freedom but
I think is worthy of everyone to see and to meet and
to love.
They're like white picket fences caging the wild horses of your personality.
the horses you think to be too feral to be let loose but
I think should be released so that people could know
you like I wish I did.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
They're like prison bars guarding the windows to your soul.
The soul you don't think is deserving of freedom but
I think is worthy of everyone to see and to meet and
to love.
They're like white picket fences caging the wild horses of your personality.
the horses you think to be too feral to be let loose but
I think should be released so that people could know
you like I wish I did.
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