I was falling apart just like those dry autumn leaves that fell from the trees into your hands.
Oh! how I wished your hands held my broken pieces, just the way you held those leaves.
Oh! how I wished you sew my broken pieces together with the warmth and passion of your love.
Oh! how I wished all of this was true, but your love; it was just a dream, just an illusion, just a fantasy playing in my head.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
I was falling apart just like those dry autumn leaves that fell from the trees into your hands.
Oh! how I wished your hands held my broken pieces, just the way you held those leaves.
Oh! how I wished you sew my broken pieces together with the warmth and passion of your love.
Oh! how I wished all of this was true, but your love; it was just a dream, just an illusion, just a fantasy playing in my head.
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