love is something people wish for on a whim,
cherries, roses, candies that turn your lips...
bright red
and in the end, the person you fell in love with makes you regretthe lonely may wish for that,
to write love stories about the love that they never kept.wishes hopefully splattered in ink over wine soaked pages,
leather books are fraying after ages.mitski said "my love is mine all mine." so maybe...
it's a liewe're meant to fall not fly.
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||love made me fall hard|| ~ angel