It Hurts, by moondaisy Subscribe to rss feed for moondaisy

Why do Songs hold our memories,
And poems contain our truth.
It's all OK until you realise,
This one is about you.

And you cant ask them to change it,
You can task them to take it down.
Your hurt this person badly,
Your the one that made them frown.

Whats worse is that all is not the truth,
The whole story is not there.
I'm reading something here,
Something I really cannot bare.
Posted: 2011-02-26 22:01:40 UTC

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