Truth Is, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

Told you some beautiful things,
but it stings that you
still won't notice.

Spoke to you some lovely words,
but it'll always hurt that
you'd rather walk away...

The fires in my eyes,
could consume me.
But you could hold and
tame and sing along,
the flames were made
in your name.
Posted: 2012-01-13 15:55:38 UTC

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