𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮.

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My heart drops when I see your face;
Your smile, your green eyes.
It breaks when we aren't in place;
When your tone is filled with lies.

My heart drops when you ignore me,
When you prompt all my envy.
You love the waves in the sea,
But you are never quite certain of me.

My heart no longer drops;
I no longer care.
I now sit on rooftops,
Thinking of our never-ending disrepair.

Our hearts are done with this dance;
Always tiptoeing the line.
No more stealing a small glance,
Our paths were never meant to align.

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