our love wasn't some
basketball player and
cheerleader story,
it was written on pages
of an old book.
you were my Mr.Darcy,
and I was your Elizabeth
Bennet.
I liked our love,
it was old and meaningful.
but you wanted new,
so I flattened the pages
of the book, and cleaned
the cover.
but still,
you picked the girl
whose novel shined the
brightest in the stories.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
our love wasn't some
basketball player and
cheerleader story,
it was written on pages
of an old book.
you were my Mr.Darcy,
and I was your Elizabeth
Bennet.
I liked our love,
it was old and meaningful.
but you wanted new,
so I flattened the pages
of the book, and cleaned
the cover.
but still,
you picked the girl
whose novel shined the
brightest in the stories.
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