how many ways are there to say it?
i've waited my whole life for you
budding and hoping to bloom
a witch without her magic broom
buried my head in the sandy blue
and i would wait another life or two
if it was what i had to do
just to catch a glimmer of you
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i