You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, and even months overanalyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying the would've, could've and should've, or you can leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Her eyes tell a story, She can still see him, Her Lips can feel him, In her heart a piece of him lays, His hands touched her hair, Her ears listen ta his lies, Her chest was his & he would marked it with love, He held her hand, He looked deeply into her eyes & sang a lullaby..& said goodbye. -$prinkz♥
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