Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Rambling

There’s no coming back for a strong mind and a fragile heart

I’m locking my feelings up in the basement until they apologize for what they did wrong

I remember once, a little girl so curious, filled with wonderment and intoxicated on the idea of love
Why did she ever grow up

I was foolish enough to write your last name after mine
Permanent marker can’t even hide it

Even the best swimmers can drown
In the sea of love

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