Everything feels intense,
reality tends to bend.
I know, somewhere, deep down,
the world will not come to end.
I know that I would live,
if for the best you went.
My heart I must not give,
to a mere good friend.
We know we're not enough.
This my declaration:
A smile is not your love,
kindness no invitation.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 2:53 AM UTC
Everything feels intense,
reality tends to bend.
I know, somewhere, deep down,
the world will not come to end.
I know that I would live,
if for the best you went.
My heart I must not give,
to a mere good friend.
We know we're not enough.
This my declaration:
A smile is not your love,
kindness no invitation.
Nov draft :)
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