You probably don't see flowers growing on my chest
whenever you call my name
because you never look at me the way I look at you,
You pushed me,
You killed me,
I don't have to search anymore,
I don't have to cry anymore
because I can finally say that the spell
doesn't work anymore.
I'm over you.
there are no more words to spill,
there are no more blank papers to write on,
in fearless the pen dropped,
and the pain stopped.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
You probably don't see flowers growing on my chest
whenever you call my name
because you never look at me the way I look at you,
You pushed me,
You killed me,
I don't have to search anymore,
I don't have to cry anymore
because I can finally say that the spell
doesn't work anymore.
I'm over you.
there are no more words to spill,
there are no more blank papers to write on,
in fearless the pen dropped,
and the pain stopped.
this is about my former lover. i hope you guys like it.
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