Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content, she speaks no love
Not a word of the racing hearts
The feather light butterflies in her belly
No whispers of fireworks illuminating her soul with but a kiss
Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content, she seeks no love
She knows racing hearts bleed the most when punctured
Understands that fireworks sometimes blow up in your face
Leaving permanent scars in their wake
She comprehends that should love cut her open
She'd have to watch those wonderful, colorful butterflies flutter away
While being left open to die
Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content...
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content, she speaks no love
Not a word of the racing hearts
The feather light butterflies in her belly
No whispers of fireworks illuminating her soul with but a kiss
Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content, she seeks no love
She knows racing hearts bleed the most when punctured
Understands that fireworks sometimes blow up in your face
Leaving permanent scars in their wake
She comprehends that should love cut her open
She'd have to watch those wonderful, colorful butterflies flutter away
While being left open to die
Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl
Alone and content...
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