girl
don’t think i wasn’t in love
with all of my heart
don’t think i wasn’t in pain
this is still my reason to cry
i remember every your move
our heartbeats’ groove
your smell
your smile
your hair
your damp sight
i remember your fire
you gave me every time
and remember the day
you put out the fire
and gave me a knife
as a
birthday present
before die
from: you
to: my heart
2:17
nov 6, ‘18
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