"She had a mind
that he was not ready for
behind that pretty little face."
I still miss the way you looked at me
with that tantalized look in your eye.
I wish that I could have been your fairytale,
and you could have been mine.
I'm fighting for my mind,
I'm fighting to not break apart
and to not be blind.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
"She had a mind
that he was not ready for
behind that pretty little face."
I still miss the way you looked at me
with that tantalized look in your eye.
I wish that I could have been your fairytale,
and you could have been mine.
I'm fighting for my mind,
I'm fighting to not break apart
and to not be blind.
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