I wanted simple
I craved teardrops
which came from rain
and not my eyes.
I wanted real
I craved feelings
which were honest, true
and not only lies.
But most of all,
I craved a package
labeled "You"
and all that came with it.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
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