You warned me from thinking about you too much
But oh god it just made me think about you more
You told me not to trust you too much
But with every word you said I felt my trust downpour
You told me not to love you too much,
But dear oh lord,
your sharp eyes and firm hands, veins visible for me to see
with that perfect grin you gave me I sewed all my heart on your sleeve
But winter went and summer came, and you don't wear sleeves anymore
I can't say I was deceived because you warned me the second i stepped in
I just never listened but I never really do,
I guess I should've told you from the start
The things that have a " don't touch " sign are the things I wanna touch the most
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Poesía"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...
