Sometimes she hid in a book,
Or swam in the melodies of her favorite songs.
Sometimes she shelted her feelings behind walls,
And ran between the stars.
But all stories end,
And she'd drown in the music.
So when the façade tumbled down,
Her run became a sprint.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Sometimes she hid in a book,
Or swam in the melodies of her favorite songs.
Sometimes she shelted her feelings behind walls,
And ran between the stars.
But all stories end,
And she'd drown in the music.
So when the façade tumbled down,
Her run became a sprint.
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