his voice came in echoes,
easy talk, he made her laugh
his face was her favourite,
his eyes, Heaven’s display
it was the first time, how well
he made her feel special
although the heart is guarded
gates to be open, she waits
either fought for or torn by
gotta laugh otherwise she’ll cry
she doesn’t wanna say goodbye
when she was his, yesterday
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
his voice came in echoes,
easy talk, he made her laugh
his face was her favourite,
his eyes, Heaven’s display
it was the first time, how well
he made her feel special
although the heart is guarded
gates to be open, she waits
either fought for or torn by
gotta laugh otherwise she’ll cry
she doesn’t wanna say goodbye
when she was his, yesterday
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