Photo by the long lost Carrie Thomas
When they hate who you are,
you learn to hide how you feel.
if they see you cry,
they will go in for the kill.
He blocked my way to the bathroom door.
He said, "You like to stare? well, I will show you more."
My hands behind my back
and my face pressed against the floor.
Now, everytime a cherry falls from my tree,
I feel you inside of me,
deep inside.
I give you my heart
this broken beating thing
I give you my lips
they can kiss and they can sing
I give you my soul wrapped in a case of skin
I give you my body,
the ultimate sin.
Every time a cherry falls from my tree,
I feel you inside of me
deep inside.
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