Towson


She slays into me with that killer smile.
I can't breathe but I'll sit here awhile.
Because there's nowhere else I should be.
We must begin, repairing me.

I'm face to face with the reflection of broken time.
but she still holds the perfect lines ...
A trap for what I have to say.

Am I going to leave?
Or will I feel brave?

NOTE: Song Used : Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain - Gary Allan

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