i'm trying so hard
not to fall in love
but the hand print on my heart
from where you held on so hard
i love you anyway
my mind is telling me no
to put these feelings away
in that little gray box in the corner of my labyrinth
but the hand print on my heart
from where you held on so hard
from where you ripped away
and found solace in the bosom of another
it's bleeding drops and rivers
and your name
still tastes so sweet on my tongue
and your eyes
still trace patterns on my skin
and your voice
still makes me shiver with hopeless longing
i'm trying so hard
not to fall in love
but it's too late
and always has been
(c) 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
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