Monday, November 21, 2011

Don't say goodbye.

I'll pick up these broken pieces until I'm bleeding, 
if that will make you mine.
There will be no clear skies, if I lose you.
Just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same...
If you walk away, everyday, it will rain.

1 comment:

  1. this is bittersweet and beautiful. i love you more when you're in love but that doesn't mean that i have loved you less.


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