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Wild hearts cant be broken sia
Wild hearts cant be broken sia







wild hearts cant be broken sia

So I walked down the lane, collected tobacco, & smoked a cigarette from your favourite apothecary. You told me to leave a mark on you never forgotten, So I wrote you a sonnet, fourteen lines across your back. So I painted your body in crimson & gold. Walking to the gates, he listened through That formed as bruises, knowing he was fortunate He couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes Tentatively walking out the main door, downĬoncrete slabs as steps, no predators in sight Laughing hysterically, the world at their feet. Jumped into his truck, Johnny Cash blaring from speakers Not to break her sweet sixteen heart, unlike other boysĪs his mother smoked another Camel, the two lovers

wild hearts cant be broken sia

The things those boys always did, and of course Sketching and typing his heart to a page, He was born a writer, a dancer, a drawer, Math, biology, all paled into insignificance Until the final bell rang as they fled fromīrimming with pride, at her boys scholarship.Īll his dreams, mystical and serene, Romeo and Julietįluid streams of poetry of Elliot, Poe, HughesĪnd of course Wilde and those love letters of Beethoven As other pupils laughed, staring, pointing









Wild hearts cant be broken sia