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Ironically π€π
βItβs kind ironic how our hearts can still get hurt by something we already saw coming.β
β Unknown
Hands free from Me π€π ...
Lips to leave imprints
she'll walk through your heart before you've got time to grasp, in that very moment owning your ass
letting you lead she watches your march, reading your steps like her new formed art
running your fastest only to tire no point to hide she'll still see you there even in ur darkest ,I'll give by now she knows me well a fantastic artist
rolling you out tired an sore druged up on her love now sure to withdraw
you hurt from that fall just your own echo on call an those words left sure to play on repeat ,fell so hard that forest of love its so deep
Now to be no more then spiritual love it's still there just flouts silently until it hits vibrations an message bank above
For now thanks I'll send you message each week, it won't be simple no youll have to seek
Later sending a sweet whisper in the breeze, sometimes still kind small things that will put you at eeze
this big beautiful thing called heart its no longer yours now hers to keep, it shall help our link see she'll still visit by dream that's where I've learnt best place to seek
β€ This way, as we bed an wake there next mine her head will still lay
π·that flowers still blooming πΈ