Jan 2014
If love is a word,
and everybody likes to use it,
why is it that
I can no longer feel it?
No memories,
no foes.
No broken hearts to sew.
I am a child on a swing,
broken in free brings.
and everybody likes to use it,
why is it that
I can no longer feel it?
No memories,
no foes.
No broken hearts to sew.
I am a child on a swing,
broken in free brings.
