14 April, 2012

Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks,
pulls me down turns me weak for you.
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
and I’m forever excusing your intentions
and I give into my pretendings,
which forgive you each time without me knowing..
they melt my heart to stone.
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