it's all over,
goodbye, dear anika
know that i'll always love you
although you'd never love me too
i was your plaything, your toy
just a part of your clever ploy
i can't shield you from everything anika
love always finds a way, haven't you heard?
you know who you love.
you know it's not me.
so please,
let me go.
YOU ARE READING
chimère
Poesía-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
