The thought of you.
it kills me.
it always has.
I wonder if it always will
The thought of you
used to make me soar
with butterflies, I’d take off
And In my heart I’d be with you.
The thought of you would **** me
And I wish I could fold a map
and be closer to you.
if only.
The thought of you kills me.
you didn’t leave.
you didn’t stay.
we’re inbetween.
and I don't know
I'm just alone.
I think.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
The thought of you.
it kills me.
it always has.
I wonder if it always will
The thought of you
used to make me soar
with butterflies, I’d take off
And In my heart I’d be with you.
The thought of you would **** me
And I wish I could fold a map
and be closer to you.
if only.
The thought of you kills me.
you didn’t leave.
you didn’t stay.
we’re inbetween.
and I don't know
I'm just alone.
I think.
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