If there is none that makes up our souls
then why does a little bit of you make me considerably whole
If there is none that bridges our hearts
then why does yours beat together with mine from the start
And if there is none that needs to be heard or said
then why does each word revive a spot in us that has long been dead
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
If there is none that makes up our souls
then why does a little bit of you make me considerably whole
If there is none that bridges our hearts
then why does yours beat together with mine from the start
And if there is none that needs to be heard or said
then why does each word revive a spot in us that has long been dead
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|11.24.2015|
Darling tell me, what kinda fools have we turned ourselves into?
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