The grandeur in putting words that rhyme in a sentence has never felt so bland now that I know what you feel like.
The day I get to hold your hand will be the day I no longer fear death.
We will all learn one day that love is putting all the tears you’ve ever cried in a jar, or a bucket, or a **** swimming pool to make lemonade and say
“the world cannot hurt me anymore”.
People either win the lottery
or get struck by lightning,
I might as well spontaneously combust for finding you.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
The grandeur in putting words that rhyme in a sentence has never felt so bland now that I know what you feel like.
The day I get to hold your hand will be the day I no longer fear death.
We will all learn one day that love is putting all the tears you’ve ever cried in a jar, or a bucket, or a **** swimming pool to make lemonade and say
“the world cannot hurt me anymore”.
People either win the lottery
or get struck by lightning,
I might as well spontaneously combust for finding you.
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