SOS, by 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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