This heart of mine betrays me to a song. 
My blood runs through me to a melody.
With lyrics; my mind is lost.

These lungs ache for words, used in rhythmic perfection.
The air I breathe is second to the written beauty I live for.
  • Se ha unidoJuly 23, 2018



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