Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Monday, 16 November 2015
#67
If
I tied my life
To a fallen tree
If I died like the moon
By the sea
If I sang some songs of wisdom
Would you still carry me?
But little did you know
Little did I see, there are
Secrets behind your ear
And your regrets make a sea.
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