...And here I am in disbelief, how can something so damaged meant to be?
Your dark eyes intrigues me, I'd wait by my phone just to see your name reflects on the screen, the sound of that beautiful song you sent to me.
I get this carried away every time...every time, only with you.
My nights becomes lighter and future with great promises, I'd hold on to you tighter with lips that yearned to kiss. I just don't know when, when I will ever stop missing you. Watching you sleep, so beautiful my soul was delighted.
I get this carried away every time...every time, only with you.
S.B
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
...And here I am in disbelief, how can something so damaged meant to be?
Your dark eyes intrigues me, I'd wait by my phone just to see your name reflects on the screen, the sound of that beautiful song you sent to me.
I get this carried away every time...every time, only with you.
My nights becomes lighter and future with great promises, I'd hold on to you tighter with lips that yearned to kiss. I just don't know when, when I will ever stop missing you. Watching you sleep, so beautiful my soul was delighted.
I get this carried away every time...every time, only with you.
S.B
#whatamItodo #withlove
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