I long to lay my eyes
upon the inside of your mind,
and take notice of the
tiny mess you've built
for comfort.
And then I will compare
it to the tiny mess you've
made inside my heart
for the same reasons.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
I long to lay my eyes
upon the inside of your mind,
and take notice of the
tiny mess you've built
for comfort.
And then I will compare
it to the tiny mess you've
made inside my heart
for the same reasons.
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