curl up in the dark
I think that Im cursed with that which is you.
No im plagued with the thought that is you.
I read your life month to month
In your digital dairy
I heed caution to your words the farther i sink into them
I wonder why i still cross your mind..
I think for once inside me im finding true happiness
But in the absence of all the anger i have i can leave this
they arent my words but i think there well spoken..
"All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark"
In hanging up the old habit that makes me never let anything go
Or throw anything away
Somethings arent ment to come back...
in cold sweat
is the way you always wanted to wake
Lying alone
But rubbing the blanket beside you
clenching the pillow tight
I am the hammer that crash into
And crushes your dreams
I am your cold sweat
I am the cold spot in the blankets you rub to find warmth
.............
wake up
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