Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Then let’s pretend you were never here.
Every time you walk out the door,
I had never wanted you more.
You leave my thoughts impaired,
But I have never really cared.
What we have can never be real,
Because nothing is what I feel.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Then let’s pretend you were never here.
Every time you walk out the door,
I had never wanted you more.
You leave my thoughts impaired,
But I have never really cared.
What we have can never be real,
Because nothing is what I feel.
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