I’ve fallen in love again. In the dark and lonely nights, I think only about her. At the same time I’m suffering for another girl. But this time I suffer for the one that I love. Writing sad verses that she might never read. Only my pen and I know how I truly feel. Why do is it feel that I’ve been through this before? I would like to know what she thinks
Love is so sensible. At the same time it can be so strong. It can disappear with one lie. But there will always be some ashes left.
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