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Maybe it was your laugh, Or your eyes, Or your smile. It could've been your hair, Or your voice, Or your personality. Whatever it was, It made me fall Pretty **** hard.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
It Made Me Fall
I thought my barriers were too high I was certain that it will not fall I guarded my heart It was locked and kept I buried it six feet under the ground I hid it where nobody can find it I considered it dead But little did I know It was me who broke down my wall It was me who dug my heart It was me who offered my dead cold heart It was funny he kept it Oh no It was funny to think that he'd keep it He clutched my heart and I lost my breath Isn't it ironic, how he killed my dead heart? It was funny, I am certain. I thought I was numb but **** it ******* hurts
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
The Irony of my Heart
I never planned to kiss you that night. But your sleepy eyes hold this unexplainable power that in that moment it was the only thing I wanted. I never meant to play this game. I put up walls, I became cold and hard, oil promised to never not know where I stand with someone...to always be straight forward....silly me for thinking you understand..you were the same. I never meant to fall in love with you. But in this hellish world you found the right time to enter, you put in effort, you stayed when I was my worst...when I was terrible to you... So yeah I fell in love and I think it's a no...but I still can't tell if you feel the same.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
I never meant to love you.
there is something beautiful about a memory that reaches from the pit of your stomach latches onto your heart and pulls it under your lungs placing you in a moment that once saturated the marrow of your bones when you close your eyes you can feel, see, and be just as it was with carrots, a park bench, the night sky, a bottle of spanish wine and his arms cradling you against the chilling wind it takes you so deeply into the inscription he carelessly carved across the back of your eyes that when you open them again and exhale you find it fogging the midsummer air releasing the very breaths you took by his side
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Careless Memory