I could have stopped
Right then
For I'm fed up with everlasting bumping into barriers of your heart
And struggling thorns
On stems
Of dry red roses burried deep within your silent art
I could have hid
No more
I fostered feelings wrong
You stopped me then
"Hush now
Be still and listen to the song"
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I could have stopped
Right then
For I'm fed up with everlasting bumping into barriers of your heart
And struggling thorns
On stems
Of dry red roses burried deep within your silent art
I could have hid
No more
I fostered feelings wrong
You stopped me then
"Hush now
Be still and listen to the song"
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