No matter what you see.
What you mean and what you be.
No matter how wrong you make me.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter how the times flee.
What they think and what they agree.
No matter how many 'Wes' there are or how many 'she's'.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter how you put the fake smiles for me.
What you do to hurt and how you set me free.
No matter how much pain you guarantee,
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter you can take my smile and my glee,
Lock up my spirit and throw the key,
You wont be able to take back your touch and my plea.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
1 comment:
So enrapt in awe;
As the clouds meek in thunder were.
That moment saw;
The silence maddening his heart for her......
Regards,
Dead Poet
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