Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Thursday, May 27, 2010
in secret, between the shadow and the soul
How, do I deal with real life
Now she's laced, entwined
Making me feel feelings
I thought that weren't mine
I wish I could find the words to tell you, without feeling like I'd have to take them back,
without fretting about the mess I'd make,
without feeling like a daft prick.
But I've put myself out there now,
So I'll just have to try to breathe.
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