You’re part of me;
and I’m part of you.
But you dream about her lips staining
your cheek -
as I dream about you.
What type of girl wouldn’t want to fall into your arms?
Who wouldn’t want to feel safe from harm?
I cross the world sometimes,
but I always see you on the other side.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 10:58 AM UTC
You’re part of me;
and I’m part of you.
But you dream about her lips staining
your cheek -
as I dream about you.
What type of girl wouldn’t want to fall into your arms?
Who wouldn’t want to feel safe from harm?
I cross the world sometimes,
but I always see you on the other side.
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