In love.
Well, she is
Him not so much.
Strange to let love
Grow
Alone.
The same hands
Are held.
The same lips
Are kissed.
With him
She
Sinks.
But without him
She
drowns.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
In love.
Well, she is
Him not so much.
Strange to let love
Grow
Alone.
The same hands
Are held.
The same lips
Are kissed.
With him
She
Sinks.
But without him
She
drowns.
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