Monday, April 13, 2009

suivant le soleil

adrift



your voice is adrift
i cant expect it to sing to me
as if i was the only one
your ideas have always been your own
this moment just keeps on moving




This was a scene worth waking up for
When I woke up
You planted me in my own body
Don't know why
But somehow it just feels so wrong



...We were never meant to hold on


xoxo,
Maddy

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