Saturday nights at your house,
And Saturday nights at my house,
To the journey living nights in our house,
That kind of love is precious.
You showed me how to love,
All while you loved me for myself,
Never told me to stop my dreams,
Your love is precious is to me.
What should I do, I'm addicted?
What should I do I am scared?
What if I mess up something,
And just end up losing everything?
Will you love me at my worst once more.
I am scared that you might leave me alone.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
