C’est

Us being together was hard in the direct of sense because I didn’t know how to ask questions, to verify all the projections I was receiving from our direct spiritual contact.

When you were in my head, and I could feel your heart beats, when I knew whether you were awake or asleep just in the way that I did and there was no way to explain it, I was always baffled for why it was happening.

I hate the questions I gather and drive myself insane with ponderings.
I know that now it is only about the past, and nevermore about the future.
And tears don’t mean a thing anymore.

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I'm a graphic arts musician with love always on the brain. I yield to art and randomly sing songs. http://www.facebook.com/hannahsdefense

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