Don't think I'll last
And about the moments in the past
Think of them as trashed
'Cause I might get too attached
I've wanted to give you a clue
Wanted to blurt it out of the blue
People around us noticed it too
Everyone. But why cant you?
After I'm gone,
What awaits me?
And in your heart, what will I be?
I'm afraid. But let's just wait and see...
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PoetryFeelings are poured, Imaginations are toured. Conversations that are meant, But the forbidden rule can't bent.
