Baby, maybe this creative soul, was meant to hold, you close and never let you go, maybe my words were ment to hold you close, maybe my shoulder was meant to help you cry, why, tears of happiness, love me so much, no more crappy-ness, no more lies, pain, tears in vain, i promise you, that in Gods name, ill never do you, like these other guys, boys, not men, locked up in the pen, im smart. And have a heart. Thats crying for you, come closer, lay down on my chest. Hear my heart beat. That didnt happen for the rest. Of these girls. Not ladies. Your my queen, please. I love you, dont ever leave.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 21:48:27 +0000
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