Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Line

When the time gets late
And defenses are down
And one wants to be loved
There is no room for talking

Giving it all
The very first time
I'm ready to give it all
And where is that line

Doesn't matter what you say
I see you're trying to protect me
But the outside doesn't exist
Beyond these walls

Cross the line
The present is now
There will be no regrets
No worrying about the future
That hasn't happened yet

My past is safe
Murky without love
Desires don't exist
We are here
The here is now

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