i was never right about you.
instead of questioning my motives,
i should have been questioning yours.
i should have, would have, could have,
it's never gonna change.
so why the hell am i still
caught up into you
when you are tangled free.
i'm wire walking from my museum to
the day i will cross over to our
smooth talked ******* and our late night
forget-me-nots.
wait, forget the nots (knots, rather.)
you knew the aches i woke up to,
i have never dressed so quickly before.
i found a scratch on my spine in the shape of a heart,
and i read into it with fortune tellers' eyes.
it meant that you still cared.
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 6:42 AM UTC
i was never right about you.
instead of questioning my motives,
i should have been questioning yours.
i should have, would have, could have,
it's never gonna change.
so why the hell am i still
caught up into you
when you are tangled free.
i'm wire walking from my museum to
the day i will cross over to our
smooth talked ******* and our late night
forget-me-nots.
wait, forget the nots (knots, rather.)
you knew the aches i woke up to,
i have never dressed so quickly before.
i found a scratch on my spine in the shape of a heart,
and i read into it with fortune tellers' eyes.
it meant that you still cared.
© Danielle Jones 2011
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