You, still written upon my heart,
Running rampant throughout this body
I cannot lay still enough to sleep.
And each time I turn,
I can feel you forgetting
how my hand feels
in yours.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
You, still written upon my heart,
Running rampant throughout this body
I cannot lay still enough to sleep.
And each time I turn,
I can feel you forgetting
how my hand feels
in yours.
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