𝗔𝘄𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀

ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣

Cloud

In an experience of you and me,
we spent the half summer together.
Every day we'd meet up.
I flirted with you, you with me.
You already fell for me and I was very close to fall too.
You were so soft, so weak and sweet,
the perfect girl for me.
Maybe, I already loved you.
It was like a dream,
you were like dream,
for a very short time.
You destroyed our little dream of a romance,
it was completely your fault.
I'm not regretting,
seeing you laughing,
never saw you crying.
Your warm brown eyes,
which laid their gaze on me.
Oh how could I forget you love?
She has blue eyes, but in my memory they are all brown.
You hurt yourself with losing me,
you really fucked yourself with it.
Your poor soft heart,
like thin paper,
thin paper wrapped together and forming a heart, as soft as the summer grass.
And then you destroyed your innocent heart,
said it was me, who made you stronger.
It hurt to see that softness becoming strong and unvulnerable.
I loved that girl,
that said she want to spent her summer with me, with the soft heart folded like an oregami, soft hands like cotton and hugs like the sweetest person on earth.
But now I dislike the girl who would beat up anyone, who doesn't care, who's soul isn't pure anymore.
However, can't hate her.
It was my fault, it has to be, no
when I was the reason of changes.
It hurts to see her changed.

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