Everything you said to me gave me butterflies,
especially the way you looked into my eyes.
The way you would describe me in your writing
left goosebumps that never faded from my arms.
You picked out my outfits, leaving cute
compliments on the side.
"You are gorgeous my love."
That is what always lingered in my mind.
Your words gave me butterflies.But I think the butterflies were to cover up the knife you pierced inside of me, leaving blood that I laid upon symbolizing our love.
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Silly stories for silly people. ☆
Короткий рассказNew little stories, maybe even better stories than my old one's. ☆