My days and nights are often cursed
with routinely thoughts of you
Coming and leaving as you please.
My heart is in shambles.
tearing up my emotions.
wrecking the place.
I must have misplaced the keys
to the door locked inside my heart,
that you obviously can't see.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
My days and nights are often cursed
with routinely thoughts of you
Coming and leaving as you please.
My heart is in shambles.
tearing up my emotions.
wrecking the place.
I must have misplaced the keys
to the door locked inside my heart,
that you obviously can't see.
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