Saturday, April 23, 2011

Burnt

Watching the cherry burn

makes me think of us

and how we were

Breathing smoke

didn't change my heart

It was always me

The air made no difference

You hold no place in my heart

It was good

Now it's past

Don't cry that we're

done

Don't cry now we're alone

Don't hide because

we were wrong

Just live

you're too young to be broken

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