in between the purple spring's start and the winter's end
my heart begins to twinkle to the sight of my intimate friend
to where butterfly's bloom yet the snow begins to disappear and melt
in a series of change, to the rhythm of my heart, the things it has felt
to my amazement, i cannot see, nor can i feel the summer's heat
because she was never there, and maybe life's destiny was meant to meet
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Fucked Up
RomanceSome stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putt...
