---------☆ 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. ☆---------

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Place is where we were made to bloom,
a place so dark,
fire controls me deep in mind.
We were ready to live and die,
we were the two in one,
like fire and ice that don't connect,
we made negativity,
we made a curse,
we'll be fallin' in every verse.

Endless story with dead end,
when hearts get broken,
dreams aren't there.
I'll miss you dearly,
I'll keep your promise
and i'll take your word,
not for granted,i'll just keep it.
I'll keep it in my soul.

You're just solid,a solid diamond,
a cold body with no more love..
But this soft whispering
will be this first and last for me,
I'll sleep,i won't feel,
solid diamond like you can't breathe.

The last winter you gave the words,
the last summer you pray for me
to be yours.

-feelings doesn't matter for flower like you,
you don't believe it,don't you?...
Reality takes the crown from you,
You hit me with the deepest words.

Words can be like a weapon,
they can still be dangerous.
If knife is your worst nightmare,
it will make you sleep forever,
then i'll make you dream of me,
you,dear great lover.