Reblogged from Havoc and Consequence:

You wanted to me believe in love.
Taking my hand and leading me down the highway.
Past the car crashes of former entanglements.
The scars ever present on my mind.
The road stretches ahead, but I'm caught in the pull.
Of trying to glimpse at the dead.
You're trying to make me believe again.
Showing me peace on the horizon.

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