The months pass and they are like the days they look alike ... And
me, I feel like a wreck
My heart sways, which clings to other
And I do not know where I go, it seems
Looks like my head, time does the lava
As if your wounds I wanted to keep them as ours
And tonight, I'm in front of that piece of paper
A note with my tears, the impossible to scream
No I do not hate you, I do not hate you
I want to write, putting words in my
The unspeakable that we will never shirk
I want to see you and hold you in my arms
Be the blotter of your madness and your troubles
I want to stay a part of you
The months they spend
They weary me
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy
me as I was a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself
And tonight, the ink has been spilled
On the book which records
All I've ever had
Neither the courage, or rabies
to put here or there, where it rained
And the clouds came back
The months they spend
They me tired
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy me
I was like a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself
Tilou
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
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