When I watch this screen. Once or twice. A third, fourth or even six or nine.No. A million times over.
My heart beating in my throat as tears form in my eyes. No. When I panic and to call you so. No and no.
If this tornado of feelings turns into chaos and even when you go.
No!
I don't want to hear it, because my heart would splinter. Not once or twice. A third or fourth. Six or nine. No. A million times over.
When I picture you like a picture book which you told me to burn but inside hide in the corner of my heart no.
Don't ever think you are special.
She won't even remember you in a year of one or two, three or four six or nine. No.
She will remember, but not want to remember this girl who loved her so.
