And my soul has finally worn itself thin.
Goddamn, I'm falling apart,
While you're dancing along
To the beat of my heart.
And while your arms are around my waist,
Try to remember the curves of my face,
Because I'm falling apart
And you're dancing along
To the beat of my heart.
So when the music stops,
Promise to carry on.
— dirty dancing ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
