My mind was once a beautiful sweater. Warm and safe it fit me well and i thought twas enough room for two but that thought changed when i tried you For behind my ear was the tinyest thread that held together the thoughts in my head but somehow this fualt you stumbled upon and unraveled it all before the next dawn I awoke in the morning to such a fine mess And twas too overburdened to venture the guess that the cause that caused me to unglue was that tiniest thread that lead straight to you. You left me here with nothing at all except for the story the leaves tell in fall And now that my sweater is gone from my head i built a new one made out of lead.
Reason for writing:
I dont know
Birth sign: Leo
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