you make our love seem like a fairytale
you tell me that sometimes you sneek glances at me to make sure you're not dreaming
you tell me that when I hold your hand your heart drops
but what happens when this fairytale is over?
when this dream turns into a nightmare
when youre heart stops only because you realized how cold and lifeless my hands are
this fairytale is great, but all good things come to an end
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Agoraphobia
Poetry"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
