*I'd fold a heart
for you everyday/
made from the
letters of things
I wanted to say/
let them go in
that old, blue bay/
where we first met
to come and play/*
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
*I'd fold a heart
for you everyday/
made from the
letters of things
I wanted to say/
let them go in
that old, blue bay/
where we first met
to come and play/*
A person who writes about romantic love yet knows nothing about it.
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