so from now on
i will swallow my words
like poisoned butterflies
that will not flutter
but lay dormant
inside of me
and
every time you see me
bite my lip
i will be thinking
of you
and how happy
not knowing
makes you
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
so from now on
i will swallow my words
like poisoned butterflies
that will not flutter
but lay dormant
inside of me
and
every time you see me
bite my lip
i will be thinking
of you
and how happy
not knowing
makes you
26. oct 2013
chattanooga tn
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