When you left you took the sun out of my sky.
The beating of my heart.
The song on my lips.
I lost myself for so long.
And it took me ages to find all the pieces
Of the heart you crushed in you hands.
Now you're back and you say you want to try again.
But I have to be strong.
I have to keep myself away from you.
So don't look at me with those eyes.
Or smile with those perfect lips.
And the cute dimples in your cheeks.
That could warm my heart at first glance.
Because I'm afraid that I'll get lost in you all over again.
And I don't know if I could ever find my way out.
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Bubble Stories
PovídkyA collection of short stories that I randomly think up but don't have a place for. I call them bubble stories because they don't last very long but they're awesome (hopefully) while they lasted.
