"In Our World"
When their day ends is where our time starts. Do you remember those calls till 3 am? Where we would laugh about things and talk about life. You've taken me in another world, in our own world. Just pure bliss and no heartache.
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Saccharine Reality
PoetryNot all poems have rhymes. Not all roses have thorns. Love doesn't hurt all the time.
