My Canvas is spilled with the colours of your smile
The arteries carries the memories for miles
Your voice note paints my daily pages
Your notifications used to be my alarm tone
Your chat box was my favorite place to stay in
You are a grip in my heart
Couldn't loose even when it hurts to hold
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:01 PM UTC
My Canvas is spilled with the colours of your smile
The arteries carries the memories for miles
Your voice note paints my daily pages
Your notifications used to be my alarm tone
Your chat box was my favorite place to stay in
You are a grip in my heart
Couldn't loose even when it hurts to hold
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