Let me tell you,
how I have loved and I have loved
and I have been loved
and I have not been loved
and, **** do I know what heartbreak feels like.
Let me tell you,
how it scares me how my legs
are stronger than my heart.
I am so tired from running from him,
so I stand and take it now.
My blood no longer tastes of him,
but my coffee does,
so I let it go cold. Cold.
I let the ice seep in as a reminder
as to what he used to keep away.
Let me tell you,
how I've learnt to fly with fractured wings.
Fear me.
Run.
Dean Eastmond.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Let me tell you,
how I have loved and I have loved
and I have been loved
and I have not been loved
and, **** do I know what heartbreak feels like.
Let me tell you,
how it scares me how my legs
are stronger than my heart.
I am so tired from running from him,
so I stand and take it now.
My blood no longer tastes of him,
but my coffee does,
so I let it go cold. Cold.
I let the ice seep in as a reminder
as to what he used to keep away.
Let me tell you,
how I've learnt to fly with fractured wings.
Fear me.
Run.
Dean Eastmond.
