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my designs for you don't match your own A telling tale of how far we've grown. My lovely lines all tangled and torn yours won't bend or dip in time too irregular for mine Please don't design yourself around me any more I confess; my heart lines are all messed! I can bearly breathe I'm so tense you don't take the care to give the freedom I do my arches lay bare for you to go through But You reach right in and tie me in knots its not the first time you forgot. please don't draw your designs on me they tangle me up so don't choke me, please no, I don't want to go. Reaching for you has become a chore more tangles and crossed lines than before time to draw the line in the proverbial sand Though you and I will still hold hands please dont tangle me up any more I promise not to too either I assure, let's just draw our designs on either side holding hands following the same line and let the windy trails twist them up as we leave them to mingle and twine. I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine and weave our way into a grand new design!
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
Tangled
my designs for you don't match your own A telling tale of how far we've grown. My lovely lines all tangled and torn yours won't bend or dip in time too irregular for mine Please don't design yourself around me any more I confess; my heart lines are all messed! I can bearly breathe I'm so tense you don't take the care to give the freedom I do my arches lay bare for you to go through But You reach right in and tie me in knots its not the first time you forgot. please don't draw your designs on me they tangle me up so don't choke me, please no, I don't want to go. Reaching for you has become a chore more tangles and crossed lines than before time to draw the line in the proverbial sand Though you and I will still hold hands please dont tangle me up any more I promise not to too either I assure, let's just draw our designs on either side holding hands following the same line and let the windy trails twist them up as we leave them to mingle and twine. I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine and weave our way into a grand new design!
sylkie-smoothie
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
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