You sneaked up on me,
my cold heart and my short late replies
and you melted me like an iceberg
and you kept warming me up till I became an ocean
then turned to rain
and all of the sudden,
there wasn't enough hours in a day
or minutes in an hour,
all of the sudden,
I wanted more time,
no, I needed more time.
Ever since I met you, all I have been wanting to do is live
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
