your hand holds the key that opens my heart
still you choose to break in and tear it apart
love letters i've written cast down on the ground
you've burned all the bridges and burned the house down
the look in your eyes
that smile on your face
the knife in the back i've learned to embrace
they say love is patient
i've heard love is kind
i've learned that love can love despite lies
...and the masses keep begging for more
3 comments:
I wish I could comment on your blog better, but your thoughts are too deep for me.
don't give up, robbie
i think it would sound better if i deleted the ashes part.
oh well.
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