Aug 2015
Don't you see?
You could call.
3am love broken, heart aching, soul pouring.
I've thought of what I'd say.
I hope it comes.
Because I'm selfish.
I don't want you to feel pain.
Just to feel me.
I feel you.
Because even broken.
Even bleeding.
You're the summit.
You're the peak.
You take my ******* breath away.
You could call.
3am love broken, heart aching, soul pouring.
I've thought of what I'd say.
I hope it comes.
Because I'm selfish.
I don't want you to feel pain.
Just to feel me.
I feel you.
Because even broken.
Even bleeding.
You're the summit.
You're the peak.
You take my ******* breath away.
Would I answer the phone and tell you to *******?
No. Because that isn't me.
I have no intentions on being anyone other than myself and even if you walk all over it, I'm happier being me than anyone else.
No. Because that isn't me.
I have no intentions on being anyone other than myself and even if you walk all over it, I'm happier being me than anyone else.
(Pennsylvania)
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