Lately,
I've been thinking
and dreaming through that rose colored glass
those puffy white sheets
they swallow me
whispering "stay here"
and Oh, it's tempting,
comforting,
the light is only bearable through that glass.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
Lately,
I've been thinking
and dreaming through that rose colored glass
those puffy white sheets
they swallow me
whispering "stay here"
and Oh, it's tempting,
comforting,
the light is only bearable through that glass.
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