I hope every little thing reminds you of me
from when you wake up until you fall asleep.
I pray you won't fall in love again so easily
maybe then you'll see how dreams do creep.
Am I still the secret you keep in your sheets?
Am I still the pillow you hold on to so tight?
Along with those empty rainy streets
lays my heart, in the middle of the night.
You stabbed me and then ripped me apart
I gave you a part of me I'll never see again
How could you be so careless with my heart?
I loved you more than I'll ever love myself.
You put me through Hell
but I'd still rise with my little wings
And maybe one day you'll finally see
the beauty in the little things.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
Thơ CaDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
