by ihateusernamesForestville, Maryland, USA
Feb 2010 259 Views 1 comments
solid ground
Down but never out
And clawing my way back to the surface
I shall remove my heart from the place where you left it
I'll wash it clean
In the hands of a friend
I used to dream
Of swimming in the deep pools of your eyes
That was of course
Until you tried to drown me
I journied so far
On broken glass
Trusting only my instincts
To lead me back home
And clawing my way back to the surface
I shall remove my heart from the place where you left it
I'll wash it clean
In the hands of a friend
I used to dream
Of swimming in the deep pools of your eyes
That was of course
Until you tried to drown me
I journied so far
On broken glass
Trusting only my instincts
To lead me back home
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Posted: Feb 2010
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