*you made me forget how to love,
and there was not much i was left proud of.
you carried me through a hurricane's reform,
but left me a stray during the after storm.
you held me at night when i cried,
but held her as much as i.
you left me thinking you were my armour, you were the one,
but you knew this wasn't a battle i would've won.*
so let me tell you something my love, don't you ever hold a butterfly and tell her she's beautiful if your eyes are laid on many more of her kind.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
*you made me forget how to love,
and there was not much i was left proud of.
you carried me through a hurricane's reform,
but left me a stray during the after storm.
you held me at night when i cried,
but held her as much as i.
you left me thinking you were my armour, you were the one,
but you knew this wasn't a battle i would've won.*
so let me tell you something my love, don't you ever hold a butterfly and tell her she's beautiful if your eyes are laid on many more of her kind.
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