Diamond In The Rough


Still thinking the things my lips can't say. You may not be flawless but it seems that way. The little things count the most, and I'll never let go of my hope. Just another poem about you I'll never finish, because if this isn't our thing then I'm wasting minutes. Give it a second. When it comes to chances, can I be given a second? They say time teaches, I've learned my lesson.



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