I tried writing you a letter the first of May but my heart shot my hand with a silver bullet.
I tried dancing in your dreams but the sunrise stole you away.
I poisoned your cup with my tears but in your smile they dissolved.
I tried walking into your presence but my head crippled this body.
I tried.
To stop.
Trying.
Now how do I nurse these wounds?
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
I tried writing you a letter the first of May but my heart shot my hand with a silver bullet.
I tried dancing in your dreams but the sunrise stole you away.
I poisoned your cup with my tears but in your smile they dissolved.
I tried walking into your presence but my head crippled this body.
I tried.
To stop.
Trying.
Now how do I nurse these wounds?
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