April 2010
Seemed to stop my breath My head on your chest Waiting to cave in From the bottom of my... Hear your voice again Could we dim the sun And wonder where we've been Maybe you and me So kiss me like you d
He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack His backpack is all that he knows Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul All alone he turns to stone while hol