I heard all I can stand.
Deep thorns keep poking my skin.
Whispers still remind.
Perhaps they have nothing better to do.
Use the that energy for waste dear ones.
Turn my head and let you breath air.
All I can do just be still and gaze at the moon.
Let it go and let it lay underneath your shoes.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
I heard all I can stand.
Deep thorns keep poking my skin.
Whispers still remind.
Perhaps they have nothing better to do.
Use the that energy for waste dear ones.
Turn my head and let you breath air.
All I can do just be still and gaze at the moon.
Let it go and let it lay underneath your shoes.
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