Number 7Could you be my number seven- seventh wonder in my world, seventh beat to skip my heart? You could be my number seven if I could be your number one.Number 7
How many numbers must I go through, to make it to the first? How many shallow heartaches, to quench this lonely thirst? And how many boys must I see, before they starting seeing me? And how many lonely nights,
to somehow shake this fright?
Could you be my number seven- seventh wonder in my world, seventh beat to skip my heart? could you be my number seven but really just my first,
Untitled 1He sleeps on a bed of blood- soaked roses to rest for a word that echoes through air and disappears with his sun as the moon steals his day, Engraved to his tongue a word not uttered again that died when he was buried in clay.Untitled 1
She sits on a white rose mattress, and sings to the world and to all prays, when the echo does fade she'll sing it again
till her voice reaches the stars where forever they'll stay.
hmm... HI
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