Become
By birksy
My heart's squeezed to half its size, least that's how it feels when I think of you, my lungs only breathe the shallowest of breaths, my brain becomes quite useless, But my hope, oh, my hope it grows, when I think of who you are, who we might, yet, get to become. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:20 AM PST, Simon Birks 18 • 0 • 12
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"My heart's squeezed to half its size,..."