Sunday, July 6, 2014

Maybe Memories

White it out like a glittering wax butterflies
Who is looking back?
No it is not me that is looking back
I'm done denying the truth to anyone

You will never know what it feels like until you are there
When love changes, faces appear from nowhere
I will  make you beg just for making you cry
I really wish you never said goodbye

Now your life is broken, revolves around love
No love of yourself but the love you have lost
We said desperation is lonely despair
You don't love yourself, you've no love to share

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