She was a sick heart
Dreaming of a guy
Who can fix her heart
She v been feeling used
Hurt to the bones
She was that sleepy head
Kinda wish she was dead
And he was a blue eyed cure
Like a crystal to her soul
He was so nice
That she cried
When he said pretty things
Sounding like lies
She's not used to
Not being used
She's not used
Of feeling amused
He made her laugh
And stay up all night
Counting the stars
Waiting for the daytime
He was a healing angel
To her splashed heart
Picked all her pieces
And removed them from the dark
Now she's playing songs
With a smile and a note
Loving life by him
Like she'v never slept her life away
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lost between the lips of emotions✨
PoésieI'm bad with beginnings , introductions and endings I'm everything stuck in the middle I'm the part where people cry the most in the movies I'm a twenty years old crisis I'm the middle of a mess with words stuck in her throat tryinna free them in h...
