Friday, April 27

fell past a cheekbone hill to a piece of her floor. the hope of the world in an awkward spill. oh she'd lie on her bed and stare into harsh white light. and think that her heart's not right. 'cause love took her hand like a thief, took her heart like a robber and the feelings that scare her become her relief.

just let me run where I want to run, just let me love who I want.

in a flash a heart is slain. you have to ask in all this pain: was your heart too soft? was your love in vain? was your kiss too weak? were your eyes too tight? and much too young to be in love.

just let me run where I want to run, just let me love who I want.

there are no rules for this love. just keep your head and don't give up. like all the fools who play it smart, lose your head just for your heart.

just for your heart...

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good for people to know.

11:11 AM  

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