Samantha Stough
Pennsylvania

Sometimes

It hurts just to sing a song
I’m bending backwards all day long
My train of thought is far from complete
But somehow I manage to drag my feet
Flowers, lips, sweetness, and such
Always wither and fade at my touch
Telling myself it can’t be all my fault
As my tears roll down the asphalt
I believe I can cure this curse
But only if I find you first
Like a vagrant I pound at the door
Old feelings don’t matter anymore
This time my passion feel so true
I discern fresh hope in you
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
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