Even after a this time, even if your not mine, I still get these butterflies. I should be over these stupid feelings, yet there are still here, just like you. Sorta.
I find myself awake at night, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air. Your sweet scent calmed me down, bringing hope and faith into me. Now there are just broken walls and shattered remains of my heart on the floor. I try picking them up, only to be cut and end up bleeding, like a wounded heart.
I've moved on, and so did you. So my heart is confused on why I have you on my mind. What is it that keeps drawing me back to you?
I'm trying to figure out the answer. In the mean time, I should get some rest.
QueenAlura signing off.
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The Thoughts Of The Voices
General FictionThis book contains stories and my thoughts about everything, it's horrible. Read at your own risk.
