I never realised this until now but I was loved, wasn't I?
I was special to you.
Though, you would never admit it.
I was special to you.
Though, you would never admit it.
If I close my eyes, the words would fall onto paper. They would shift into place and arrange into art. They would describe a story of great love and adventure. I just need to close my eyes and dream.
2 comments:
That phrase is but keeps me going. Denial and hope are powerful emotions.
nice blog
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