She was an arrow
my heart, made of stone
even though wind blows through me
She turned my heart to gold
wearing lipstick to impress her
never seemed to work
internal butterflies dancing
heart racing like a herd.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
She was an arrow
my heart, made of stone
even though wind blows through me
She turned my heart to gold
wearing lipstick to impress her
never seemed to work
internal butterflies dancing
heart racing like a herd.
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