you were mine,
when the lights were off,
or when you were too blind to realize,
or when you were too in love to be aware,
that it wasn’t the person.
it was the feeling.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
you were mine,
when the lights were off,
or when you were too blind to realize,
or when you were too in love to be aware,
that it wasn’t the person.
it was the feeling.
you don’t want the feeling, you just want the person.
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