I will not write about the way we met
I cannot tell a story that has not reached it's ****** yet
I will not write about the way you make me feel
When words arrive on paper they are in the world to steal
I will not write about the way you changed my mind
When I had decided there was nothing left out there for me to find
I will not write about the way I'm falling far too fast
For when I say these things aloud they never seem to last
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I will not write about the way we met
I cannot tell a story that has not reached it's ****** yet
I will not write about the way you make me feel
When words arrive on paper they are in the world to steal
I will not write about the way you changed my mind
When I had decided there was nothing left out there for me to find
I will not write about the way I'm falling far too fast
For when I say these things aloud they never seem to last
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