Sometimes I wonder when I repeatedly say your name, I could create a song.
As it slipped my lips and blend in the wind.
As it past my tongue and float in the air.
I bet I can make a nice song out of it;
A song full of longing and regret.
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Word Shards
PoetryBeing heart broken is like being underwater. The feelings of suffocation just gets stronger. You can swim, you can move, but you can't breathe. ---------------- Thanks @funny_sideUp for the cover, iluvit 💕
