Does he still love her?
She spent countless times daydreaming of them together,
Even at nights, he appears on her dreams,
Maybe it's a terrible habit to keep on holding on to their memories,
But **** was she terrified,
And oh was he madly in love... or used to.
So she asked him if he still loves her,
She closed her eyes and
My God, she was hoping...
Silent stares came and,
She took a sharp breath and whispered,
"Spare me what you think,
and just tell me a lie".
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
Does he still love her?
She spent countless times daydreaming of them together,
Even at nights, he appears on her dreams,
Maybe it's a terrible habit to keep on holding on to their memories,
But **** was she terrified,
And oh was he madly in love... or used to.
So she asked him if he still loves her,
She closed her eyes and
My God, she was hoping...
Silent stares came and,
She took a sharp breath and whispered,
"Spare me what you think,
and just tell me a lie".
I was a fool for thinking you still love me.
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