Make it sting
While I ripped off like a band aid
And held the bandage to patch up my heart of how I felt it all before I fell in love and then when I wrote a story it all felt like a bad breakup but that was not the case because he was not dating me we were just friends and now we both are just growing up in silence and can't seem to find a cure only time got ahead with the puzzle pieces we can't seem to solve because we are stuck on haywire asking life to make it happen for us instead of just having all of these unanswered questions come up from all sides left to right and then being asked to runaway from where we could catch the train to getaway to the city but sadly that does not work out that way it sometimes just has us face it knowing we can beat it.
YOU ARE READING
More than just a dream between the rose petals and the BlueMoon
FantasyThe open stars started to shine Like poetry that escaped from mars But now is the moon of the open flame That made my love with you more than just a dream between rose petals and a BlueMoon.
