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invisible
Cant seem to grasp this thing called love,
Just when i think i have a clue, someone
turns my heart blue, so eager to give love a chance,
All i crave is a little romance,
The love i seek is invisible,cant seem to find it.
Wont you show yourself? Or keep hiding from me?
Maybe im just invisible
Just when i think i have a clue, someone
turns my heart blue, so eager to give love a chance,
All i crave is a little romance,
The love i seek is invisible,cant seem to find it.
Wont you show yourself? Or keep hiding from me?
Maybe im just invisible
Published 25th Jan 2015
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26th Jan 2015 00:22am
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26th Jan 2015 1:24am
Stay Strong! Thanks for sharing!
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26th Jan 2015 3:04am
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26th Jan 2015 6:23pm
totally relate. wrote this about it the other day
laughter that painted a window in my heart. a view so brand new I couldnt see i was loosing it all just as quickly as it found me. sometimes we are lead to visons we cant fully see just to know that the feeling exists. feeling like i’ll always be looking through a window into love. like its just on the other side of the glass- so close yet so far. like i got to break stuff to get it. catch myself thinking- someone could get hurt with all that broken glass everywhere-like i can prevent anyone from getting hurt. fear captured my actions and windexed the glass. how’d i get to be such a captive? find me at my sewing machine making curtains….
laughter that painted a window in my heart. a view so brand new I couldnt see i was loosing it all just as quickly as it found me. sometimes we are lead to visons we cant fully see just to know that the feeling exists. feeling like i’ll always be looking through a window into love. like its just on the other side of the glass- so close yet so far. like i got to break stuff to get it. catch myself thinking- someone could get hurt with all that broken glass everywhere-like i can prevent anyone from getting hurt. fear captured my actions and windexed the glass. how’d i get to be such a captive? find me at my sewing machine making curtains….
26th Jan 2015 8:44pm
This is so accurate i love it so close but so far yes maybe one day we both will be on the other side
11th Feb 2015 5:06pm
