The look in your eyes
Brings the melancholic nostalgia of a lover
I was disturbed by the presence, completely mesmerized
It's impossible to begin when knowing you're spoken for another
In a quiet shore, I saw you stroll
Following you as you're contemplating with an aster
You are my favorite, a definite goal
Nothing to really hinders me, even him, they don't matter
The moment when you saw me,
I thought you would despise to look at my face
I know I was not important anymore
But you ran to my arms and cried that night
We were once lovers destroyed by wealth
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
The look in your eyes
Brings the melancholic nostalgia of a lover
I was disturbed by the presence, completely mesmerized
It's impossible to begin when knowing you're spoken for another
In a quiet shore, I saw you stroll
Following you as you're contemplating with an aster
You are my favorite, a definite goal
Nothing to really hinders me, even him, they don't matter
The moment when you saw me,
I thought you would despise to look at my face
I know I was not important anymore
But you ran to my arms and cried that night
We were once lovers destroyed by wealth
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