She smiles in that hurt way,
with clasped hands resting
where I couldn’t go
She leans over and whispers,
ruby red syllables caressing my ear,
“But you have to”.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
She smiles in that hurt way,
with clasped hands resting
where I couldn’t go
She leans over and whispers,
ruby red syllables caressing my ear,
“But you have to”.
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