Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Southern peaches caress my skin
As I jump back to yester year
His eyes they looked back in time
Ravaging my skin like a blister in the sun
When he touched me it was like liquid fire and ice burning yet in the end so cold
It hurt just like that
He did this with bedroom eyes
As brown eyed girl played on the radio
Only thing is mine are blue
It was all wrong on that sunny blue April day
My innocence just couldn't be lost like that in a field of flowers
That was ever so true
Here's the thing we weren't at all
So I pulled myself off the ground
I hurt myself coming up
As I watched the blood run down my knee and as it formed a stream that went down a line of crushed lily's
And I knew I would not be coming back

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