A gem, by Taylor Subscribe to rss feed for Taylor

I couldn't be creative even if I tried 
that's why I don't
I just write and hope everything ends alright 
Kind of like the way I live life
Never any expectations because as soon as you do
that's when you end up sad, wrinkled and alone
So I'll refuse it all 
Never to grow old 
and Never to die alone
Because not until I hold you between my forsaken bones
and my heart has a home
Will this world be set to rest
Only 'til then
my morals, pride, and dedication is what this harsh world
puts to test
Posted: 2014-12-19 10:47:31 UTC

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