History Class
I see you
Only two rows ahead
You smile and laugh
Like if only to brag
About how you can break
A sensitive little heart
With a little kiss
And a call a week later
Lets just be friends
Your voice sighs through the phone
You can hear my heart shatter
But you still yank on it more
Are you okay?
You ask sounding not so sincere
I hang up the phone
And lie down on the floor
Where you love me in my dreams
Forever more
by
xxilovetohatetoloveyouxxposted on 03/05/2008
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