he looks like love
and he defines her
her thoughts are blur
when he's around
and when he's gone
her sight is wandering
to find him somewhere
in the crowd
his picture hangs alone
on every wall
and every corner
he takes away the fear
and makes her hopeless
his words
are just an echo in her head
and his picture
is another fellow of her death.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
he looks like love
and he defines her
her thoughts are blur
when he's around
and when he's gone
her sight is wandering
to find him somewhere
in the crowd
his picture hangs alone
on every wall
and every corner
he takes away the fear
and makes her hopeless
his words
are just an echo in her head
and his picture
is another fellow of her death.
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