If only you weren't as gentle as porceliene, then i could let you fly up to the crystal blue sky.
Wasn't that your dream?
To fly.
To be free.
And even though the night is deep and the stars are asleep, your light shines. So no matter how plane the colours outside may be.
You show me the colours and make me see, that i was right
you are my rainbow.
Even though now i realise i was too blind to see what was right infront of me.
Before i yearned for something out of my reach, letting you crack and turn into dust.
As if you were made out of porceliene.
No wonder you cant come back to me, dust is dust.
There is no you and me.
A/n well just a lil intro why not 😂 btw if your one of my sweet readers you will notice i delivered alot of my new stories.
Im sorry i *caugh may have have had technical problems and deleated them ACCIDENTLY anyway😂
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My doll [Yoonmin]
Fanfiction{ Yoongi is a cold hearted jerk who never cares for a thing other than himself. But that changed as soon as he finds Jimin, a porceliene doll. So fair and beautufull, Yoongi could only wish for such a person to exist . but they didnt. } Start: 12th...
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