A day mid spring
The sounds outside were quiet
But the noise inside my head
Was overbearing
You pushed through the door
preaching words of love
and begging for second chances
My innocent eyes believed
the words you fed me
Taking a slow walk towards the door
Leaving nothing but
hope in your traces
You looked back and I felt it
but I couldn't stop you
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
A day mid spring
The sounds outside were quiet
But the noise inside my head
Was overbearing
You pushed through the door
preaching words of love
and begging for second chances
My innocent eyes believed
the words you fed me
Taking a slow walk towards the door
Leaving nothing but
hope in your traces
You looked back and I felt it
but I couldn't stop you
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