They say we are reckless
Stupid.
Throwing everything away for one thing.
But we are but dreamers.
Dreaming of love and the idea of something binding us together.
Our hearts ache for that.
They hunger.
Thats why they beat out of our chest and naw at our ribs because we want what we need and we can't always get what we want.
So we become reckless,
stupid
Wild hearts
-Kennedy Grace
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
They say we are reckless
Stupid.
Throwing everything away for one thing.
But we are but dreamers.
Dreaming of love and the idea of something binding us together.
Our hearts ache for that.
They hunger.
Thats why they beat out of our chest and naw at our ribs because we want what we need and we can't always get what we want.
So we become reckless,
stupid
Wild hearts
-Kennedy Grace
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