do you...
you trace your fingers over the scars
of my heart from yesteryears,
do you wish you could take them away,
or do you leave your mark there too?
she will be loved... and she will be hurt, too.
of my heart from yesteryears,
do you wish you could take them away,
or do you leave your mark there too?
she will be loved... and she will be hurt, too.
posted by delusion of dreams @ 5:48 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:20 AM,
delusion of dreams said…
if there are thorns, doesn't it mean that no one is suppose to enter anyway?
if there are thorns, it's obvious this heart isn't open to love... yet.
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