i told you to let me go,
but at the same time though,
i want to be in your arms,
and brush your cheeks with my thumb.
as the trees lost their leaves,
neither of us knew how to breathe,
because even though we were falling apart,
i knew exactly where we came from.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
i told you to let me go,
but at the same time though,
i want to be in your arms,
and brush your cheeks with my thumb.
as the trees lost their leaves,
neither of us knew how to breathe,
because even though we were falling apart,
i knew exactly where we came from.
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