now
Instead of the happy bells ringing every time I hear your name
i hear thunder storm shaking me, my soul to the very core
i no longer breath the air to live but just to exist
just to know the art of scraping through
just to relate to someone
even if it sounds ridiculous
I know longer find myself captivated with the wrinkles i make when i write something romantic
but yet my heart longs for love
and this longing is something that is now
a part of me
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
now
Instead of the happy bells ringing every time I hear your name
i hear thunder storm shaking me, my soul to the very core
i no longer breath the air to live but just to exist
just to know the art of scraping through
just to relate to someone
even if it sounds ridiculous
I know longer find myself captivated with the wrinkles i make when i write something romantic
but yet my heart longs for love
and this longing is something that is now
a part of me
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