i stopped writing because you made me feel loved
when you looked at me, i saw all your worries
your eyes glowed with tenderness
i craved your touch, pure as snow
my tears were my torture but your whispers were my escape
i stopped writing because you were the words i never knew needed to be said
i didn't want anything to change
but you changed
and now i am writing again
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
i stopped writing because you made me feel loved
when you looked at me, i saw all your worries
your eyes glowed with tenderness
i craved your touch, pure as snow
my tears were my torture but your whispers were my escape
i stopped writing because you were the words i never knew needed to be said
i didn't want anything to change
but you changed
and now i am writing again
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