We danced to the music of love. We were inexperienced, so we often tripped and hurt ourselves...however, those bruises and scars weren't enough to stop us. We danced and danced until you got dizzy and told me that you were tired, that you're bored of dancing specifically with me. That you wanted someone else.
I cried and cried as I waltzed by myself, remembering you, remembering how you held and touched my hand tightly as we swayed.....remembering that those days were gone.
I danced and danced to the music...which was your ingenuine love.
Tell me, my love, if our love was a fraud, then what was I dancing to?
~x~x~x~x~
I wanted to prolong it buuut I didn't know what to add lol. i don't know if it makes sense but whatever.
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Bitter Sweet
RandomLife and love...how do I explain it in three words? Simple; it is bittersweet. [This was once entitled "A PEEK IN A HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S MIND"]
