There were years In Past.. Six years.. Yeah
When I was just a Page .. Yeah.. Blank one
When I was struggling to find out who I really Was..
When You Were Just Someone.. Out there Back Of that Wooden Door..
And Now You are Far Off City..
Maybe Oceans away Of Tears..
But I want to let you know that..
You always loved yourself Even then all the Moment, I get to Spend looking into your eyes..
Thinking about Us.. All the time
Stretching Seconds to Minutes.. Minutes To Hours.. Hours to Days .. Days to Weeks.. Weeks To Months.. Month To Years.. Years to STILL moment..
Thinking About Us.. And You Break the one Who Thinking About Us..
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
There were years In Past.. Six years.. Yeah
When I was just a Page .. Yeah.. Blank one
When I was struggling to find out who I really Was..
When You Were Just Someone.. Out there Back Of that Wooden Door..
And Now You are Far Off City..
Maybe Oceans away Of Tears..
But I want to let you know that..
You always loved yourself Even then all the Moment, I get to Spend looking into your eyes..
Thinking about Us.. All the time
Stretching Seconds to Minutes.. Minutes To Hours.. Hours to Days .. Days to Weeks.. Weeks To Months.. Month To Years.. Years to STILL moment..
Thinking About Us.. And You Break the one Who Thinking About Us..
#pahe #story #relevant #character #distance #love #undesctibed #misery
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