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if the day comes when you already can't see me as the most beautiful girl next to your mom and sister, will you look for another beauty to satisfy your eyes?
if the day comes when your replies can't be as lively as before, will you start faking your words?
if the day comes when i can't make you smile because i can't even do it for myself, will you search for another laughter in someone else's lips?
if the day comes when you can't feel any butterfly in your stomach whenever you're staring at me, will you start swimming in someone else's galaxy inside their eyes?
if that day comes, i don't know. i don't know what to do, what to feel, what to say. it's just, it hurts.
it'll stab me continuously if you're starting to fall for someone else's arms.
but not now please.
not now, i ain't ready yet.
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
