Yesterday,
I began to tired of longing for someone,
I looked up into deep down of me,
found out my heart is still a messy place.
the pieces of yourself,
still in its place.
I sit in the corner,
wondering.
Even just the pieces of yourself left,
i still love you,
and i couldn't move.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Yesterday,
I began to tired of longing for someone,
I looked up into deep down of me,
found out my heart is still a messy place.
the pieces of yourself,
still in its place.
I sit in the corner,
wondering.
Even just the pieces of yourself left,
i still love you,
and i couldn't move.
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