zondag 25 september 2016

The blackstone road



So I tried to fit you
inside a little heart shaped box
no matter what I did, my cruel instant love
I couldn't weigh it down
couldn't get rid of it
not heavy enough, tough

but there is a limit
to love my precious love
as the heart turns cold
and all leaves yellow;

if you don't Breathe
the heartache can't keep

wearing you down

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