7 long years
6 lonely months
1 hell of a yearDo you think of me?
I thought I was free
But when I think of you
It's too good to be trueDid you love me?
(This isn't a love song)Staring at my ceiling
Till 3 in the morning
With red teary eyesGoing so fast
Like a car on the freeway
You were the worst idea
You were the best ideaI hope this isn't a love song
You broke down my walls
But you weren't there
When I rebuilt in your imageDo you think of me?
Im not free
With the thoughts of you
Damnnit it's trueStaring at my ceiling
Till 3 in the morning
Do you still love me?
Am I still worth it?
(This isn't a love song)Grayson Blue
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A Taste Of Honey
PoetryThe heart speaks, and it has made music Maybe it will show you something new Soulshocking maybe Please enjoy, and do not steal