Sunday, August 16, 2015

I'm not a wallflower/I'm a wildflower

I want to keep telling of your works.
And tonight tasted bittersweet, like frosted tears.
And I'm confused about things and I don't understand boys or why they do what they do.
But I really like the song Clair De Lune and the sun shined today and the rain shined too.
I don't want to leave but at the same time I do,
Oh Lord, all I can do, is look to you.

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