Thu, 08/06/2015 - 00:02 -- annabee
I’m falling to pieces
From these full-moon musings
I kept a journal
Stayed up all night
You promised one day
But I wanted forever
Save your sorries
I don’t want to fight
I’m a scar away
From breaking even
Drown intentions
With the morning light
If I wake up
Please don’t call me baby
I’m good for one thing
Dead not alive
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