I thought my heart was mended.
I thought my mind was strong.
I thought that I was able.
Perhaps, these thoughts were wrong.
I thought I was a kite,
Free from your restrain.
I thought I was a wedding dress,
Free from your black stain.
I thought my legs were sturdy.
I thought my conscience, pure.
I thought I had moved on.
Until I saw you there with her.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
I thought my heart was mended.
I thought my mind was strong.
I thought that I was able.
Perhaps, these thoughts were wrong.
I thought I was a kite,
Free from your restrain.
I thought I was a wedding dress,
Free from your black stain.
I thought my legs were sturdy.
I thought my conscience, pure.
I thought I had moved on.
Until I saw you there with her.
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