The Girl Who Once Wore Her Heart On Her Sleeve
She was a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. Who would sit on the floor in her living room on Saturday mornings watching Disney movies.
She was a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. Who would sit on the floor in her living room on Saturday mornings watching Disney movies.
Her love was found through the arms of friends who wiped her tears when she didn’t have the strength to do it herself.
I found your work uniform shirt. The one you took off your back the night you broke up with me, all because I wanted something of yours to remember you by.
I’m afraid of walking alone on the streets of my town listening to music. That something I love to do and is therapeutic for me has to be tainted by men with flirtatious eyes and dangerous thoughts running through their head.
Wait for the person who reawakens your soul in ways you never saw coming.
You’ll never get to see how good I am now.
I chose to numb the pain with liquor and guys to keep me company and hold me close, if only for a second. I thought I needed them to save me.
I want to be so happy that screaming from rooftops won’t be enough to express how I feel.
I’m proof that the light will come back to you when you thought you lost it for good.
The truth is, we can’t control when our time will be up. Even under unfortunate circumstances, like when we’re told we have a certain amount of time left, we never know for sure.