That I love
sing that simple song
that skips within your heart
It should tell you
birds fly and leaves fall
promises fade come winter,
and truth my creep by midnight.
and the me I want to be
gets all mixed up
from all your routine answers.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Before I Say
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Love it :)
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