When shallows of sand keep pulling my feet... and gusts of air wish that i would weep...
pincers of pain have reincarnated themselves.. To cripple my soul and bring em to their hells...
gunshots have flown and blown my head... but i am wondering why i am just not dead!
the soul still lives when the heart ain't gone.. I didn' even budge not even moan...
whats the secret that saved my heart? its not even there its far apart...
Silent and safe it resides in a place... savoring every moment of the smile on your face...
the problem now is all a one way race.. to save my heart from your beautiful face...
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pretty strong expressions! wish you the best!
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