You used to tell me,
That you were in love with my words.
That you wanted them drawn on your skin.
Do you wonder if I'm over it,
If I'm ok?
Because I'm not over it,
And I'm not ok.
I'm not over it,
And I'm not ok.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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1 comment:
This breaks my heart.
Nothing worse than a broken heart...but everyone has had one.
I love you!
Very talented.
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