You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
Gone like the wind
Tuesday, July 3, 2012 / 9:52 AM

go to sleep and close your eyes
dream of broken butterflies...
that tore their wings against the thorn
 you know the pain that they have borne


tears falling down on lips unkissed, she's not the kind you'll come to miss... 
 



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