Tell me, my love
What is on that beautiful mind of yours?
I've tried to fix so many but,
you're the only one that doesn't seem to need healing.
Maybe that is the problem,
Ol' love.
I only love things that are broken,
But you,
Are old, love.
And I crave the youth
That your calloused hands allow.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Tell me, my love
What is on that beautiful mind of yours?
I've tried to fix so many but,
you're the only one that doesn't seem to need healing.
Maybe that is the problem,
Ol' love.
I only love things that are broken,
But you,
Are old, love.
And I crave the youth
That your calloused hands allow.
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