All I want to do
Is hear the waves roll into my
Tidepools
Just want to
Kiss the stars
And shine my scars at the moon
I just want to live my life
Without hearing you
In the back of the room
And you wonder
Why you've been left with a box of half finished blunders
By your definition
That wasnt my vision
You're just an open wound
In the back of the room
Don't you think the sun misses
Leaving warm sweet kisses
But you hated every shade it painted me
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
All I want to do
Is hear the waves roll into my
Tidepools
Just want to
Kiss the stars
And shine my scars at the moon
I just want to live my life
Without hearing you
In the back of the room
And you wonder
Why you've been left with a box of half finished blunders
By your definition
That wasnt my vision
You're just an open wound
In the back of the room
Don't you think the sun misses
Leaving warm sweet kisses
But you hated every shade it painted me
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