Tuesday, November 19, 2013

hardly literal.

we rushed to the start, without a care in the world.
not knowing what to expect, just let our feelings poured.
and emptied, of itself.

there's no one to stop us; no one could even if they tried.

we let romance filled our heads with foolish notions.
not caring the consequences, just letting things run its course.
and ran away, she did.

there's no one to save me, from me now.

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