Tuesday, February 18, 2014

I am made of chalk.

Chalk is all I wanna be, ‘cause it can’t feel, ‘cause it can’t see and ‘cause it can’t dream. I don’t wanna feel all the things I feel for you, I don’t wanna see that you don’t feel the same for me… and I don’t wanna dream that you, someday, will feel it.

I wanna be made of chalk, just a broken picture on a floor. I wanna be made of chalk. I wanna be made of this weak stone.


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