I got your most precious thing, haven't I?
The heart that allows you to live on
It now belongs to me right?
Say it's not all my imagination
Say it always belonged to me
I can only see you drifting away so abruptly that traces are being hard to make
Only if I could make the traces to take you back
From where you were rushing so fast
Say it's my imagination
Say you're still here and never rushed away from me
You rushed carrying two precious things
And I can't never take back my precious thing from you
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Chocolate and Mint
PoésieThis is the journey of surviving through poetry. The true meaning of hurting and loving has hardly existed in this wolrd. The path of Chocolate and Mint has finally met you...hope you enjoy reading! Xxx
