I thought if you could break my heart
It'd break and mend.
I thought if you would walk away
We'd stop being friends.
Instead, hurting's become my part
From dawn's break 'til dark.
And while I'm angry, still it's true.
My heart's still stuck in park.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Still it's True
Posted by Katrina Hope at 6:13 PM
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Very Elizabeth Browning...love it.
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