And maybe,
I wrote your name
On my heart
In pen
Which is why
I can't erase it.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
And maybe,
I wrote your name
On my heart
In pen
Which is why
I can't erase it.
I remember how you used to be such a big part of my life,
And now you're just gone.
We were meant to be burning bright,
And now we've been incinerated to ashes.
This is not how we planned it, is it?
Oh, now I know why they say
It's all so unpredictable.
©Semicolon
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