The Boundary

Thu, 10/01/2015 - 12:35 -- heberle

Age represents the boundary

Yeah that's what people say

But when it comes to truth,

The boundary preys on me

I know that he breathes me,

I know that I'm the girl he dreams,

But I cannot- And I will not, be one that can be seized

 

Like kids we grin,

My wall will break its chain

Becomes my heart, is your great art

 

Unless it's hush- hush, hush

Itl have to be

And I have dreams

You'll seek my leave

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