September 18, 2011

The wind almost took you

When you have done the things you've done.
When I tell you I'll meet you at the door. And you tell me you're sorry. That I have no reason left to worry.
When you hit the ground in a most peculiar way. And I tell you to wait. And you tell me I'll be sorry. That you have no reason left to worry.
When I am more than you can take, just give me back.

Via - I wrote this for you

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