She told him she was afraid of falling. that she was afraid to hit rock bottom. |
And the moral of that is ... oh tis love that makes the world go round. |
She finally let go of the platic smiles and sewn up hearts, the tears stained her face and she whispers |
Sometimes, breathing is simply not enough.. |
I wanna be like peter pan and never grow up, fall in love and know perfection isnt a smile. |
Fingers wound effortlessly |