Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Notes

Sing to me songs of love and beauty. Life is so hard I can’t pretend without the notes of your soul telling me lies over and over again. You’re like a runaway train without any brakes crashing into me. The truth cuts so hard all there is left to do is bleed. Now there’s nothing in my heart but the words you once said. I’m leaving you forever because to me you’re dead.

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