What happens when I fall apart?
When my head is getting too heavy to hold up
And my words become softer, simpler and smaller
Which do I listen to then?
My head who wants to see you
Or my heart, who wants to grab the knife?
I know when I see you my heart will win anyway
Because you're the knife and I'm your sacrifice
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Unsaid Words
Поэзия"Her soul was too deep to be explored by those who always swam in the shallow end." - A.J.Lawless A collection of thoughts and quotes from someone who sees life in a different perspective. P.S. They get better towards the end, promise
