Oct 2014
The cracks in my wings will take more than glue
Trust me, they will never be fixed by you
The pain that came,
Has yet to go away
Still sick with worry
The lines get blurry
On what came from you,
Cause some came from me too
Hopefully my heart,
Will never fall apart
I'll find someone new
Who will always be true
Trust me, they will never be fixed by you
The pain that came,
Has yet to go away
Still sick with worry
The lines get blurry
On what came from you,
Cause some came from me too
Hopefully my heart,
Will never fall apart
I'll find someone new
Who will always be true
This is not a poem to my lover, but almost to myself. I don't really know who I wrote this for or why I did, but I did.
