martes, 29 de enero de 2013

Dear jhon


Long were the nights when the days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps, prayin’ the floor won’t fall through, again...
My mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore..
I was fine
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game...
but you changed the rules every day...




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