stilettos and broken bottles
...there are power lines in our bloodlines...
June 15, 2014
tell them this love hasn't changed me, hasn't changed me at all
what was I thinking when I said hello- what was I thinking when I let you back in?
i hope the sun shines & it's a beautiful day, & something reminds you, you wish you had stayed
we'll both forget the breeze, most of the time
it's too late to cry, too broken to move on
there you are, in my garden, clutching my coffee, calling me sugar
my fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you
i hope you never forget the tapping at your window
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