Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sigh

Sometimes I think I can fly,
but then I look down and get too scared to try.

Sometimes I really plan on telling you,
but then I start to cry.

Sometimes I put a blade to my wrist,
but then I realize I don't actually want to die.

Sometimes I know what you're about to say,
but all the comes out is a sigh.

You make me want to try, boy, you make me cry, make me want to die.
And when I tell you I love you all you hear is my quiet hearts *SIGH*

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