SOS, by Unintended Subscribe to rss feed for Unintended

I'd met a man one day,
I thought he had a heart.
One that was wide awake 
After living in the dark.

Like a rescued pet,
He was mine to love and know
Through words unsaid
In a safe haven we'd call "home".

However, cliches are always true:
The one that you save
Will bite and hurt you.
In a bed of fleas, you're left to lay.
Posted: 2012-02-23 20:04:11 UTC

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