*The foot paths are no longer small because I walk them solo
As the wild flowers are wilting in revolt of your absence
I dropped from the high to ocean bottom low
But I'll just keep acting like I second your renaissance
Days which were brief in your presence are suddenly longer
With every minute circumventing slower than a year
But boredom doesn't **** so I'm masking myself to look stronger
Painfully bleeding inside and soaking my heart with every tear
Because we once spent the hours and days together
Listening to your favorite songs and sniffing at wild flowers
Besides promising we'd be two together forever
Playing in the storm,tramping on fallen petals of April showers
The birds now sing to the weighed down beat of my heart
Attempting to stitch every cut from the broken glass of we falling apart*
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
*The foot paths are no longer small because I walk them solo
As the wild flowers are wilting in revolt of your absence
I dropped from the high to ocean bottom low
But I'll just keep acting like I second your renaissance
Days which were brief in your presence are suddenly longer
With every minute circumventing slower than a year
But boredom doesn't **** so I'm masking myself to look stronger
Painfully bleeding inside and soaking my heart with every tear
Because we once spent the hours and days together
Listening to your favorite songs and sniffing at wild flowers
Besides promising we'd be two together forever
Playing in the storm,tramping on fallen petals of April showers
The birds now sing to the weighed down beat of my heart
Attempting to stitch every cut from the broken glass of we falling apart*
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