No better days occur
Than when I’m alone
Especially with her
Silencing my phone
Ignoring the white noise
Whenever we meet to play
We use our hearts as toys
Speaking of true love each day
But true love is a myth
This much is true
Unless you feel a kiss
Far after it’s through
My dear friend, find shelter
That is far from love
For she is a hunter
And you are a dove
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
No better days occur
Than when I’m alone
Especially with her
Silencing my phone
Ignoring the white noise
Whenever we meet to play
We use our hearts as toys
Speaking of true love each day
But true love is a myth
This much is true
Unless you feel a kiss
Far after it’s through
My dear friend, find shelter
That is far from love
For she is a hunter
And you are a dove
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