Her heart beats for someone other than herself.
His eyes and his smile took away her control.
His laugh is now something she feels a need for
But he will not,
Can not,
Feel the same as she does.
His heart loves another.
Though she tries her very best,
He doesn't return her affection.
With her heart in his hands and her very life along with it,
His words crush it
When he says,
"You're my friend"
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Late Night Thoughts
NezařaditelnéThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
