holding on for dear life
this can't be happening again
the last one destroyed me
ripped me apart
took me from myself
ow, it still pains my chest
i'm still healing
clearly
so who would've thought
you'd stroll your happy ass into my life
i'm not ready
but i cant say no
a tug of war between head and heart
a battle of sensibility
deep down i know what's going on
do i want to admit it?
no
i'm just going to sit in my bed and write poems about you
until i get over myself
About the Creator
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