May 2013
If only we could go back to the start;
retrace our every step
I would open my heart,
cut loose every stitch
that attempted to mend it back together
I am willing to let you wound me again
**m.s.
retrace our every step
I would open my heart,
cut loose every stitch
that attempted to mend it back together
I am willing to let you wound me again
**m.s.
