You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
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