Underneath this thick layer of trust,
There's an emerging lily of doubtness.
Underneath this thick layer of promises made,
There's hope, germinating.
Underneath this thick blanket of snow,
We're blooming flowers.
As it melt,
We start seeing eye to eye.
And decided
To walk away.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Underneath this thick layer of trust,
There's an emerging lily of doubtness.
Underneath this thick layer of promises made,
There's hope, germinating.
Underneath this thick blanket of snow,
We're blooming flowers.
As it melt,
We start seeing eye to eye.
And decided
To walk away.
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