by Christina Leopardi

Created on: October 20, 2008

I lay still as fingers trace my frame a loving tenderness is bliss but I'm tortured just the same

past is gone and nothing has returned but scars to cover over all the places i've been burned

time made me forget that I could be so scared and while I lay here now upset I'm so unprepared

open up my gentle soul and tell me that you're not just another indescrepency another handprint on my heart

no one can say no one can run away it's chance after chance and hopes that one day...

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