loving him is like playing with fire. we all play with it until we get terribly burned. and I played with it until it left unbearable and blistering pain upon my heart. but once my brown eyes locked with his blue ones, I couldn't help myself from falling off edge of the cliff that I've stood on for so long. i let myself over step my boundary of loving someone that i could never have. im the girl the he'd never choose. and that hurt. but i mean .. why would he choose me we he could have any girl he wanted wrapped around his pretty little finger? I guess i couldn't really blame him for not loving me.
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Love Letters Never Sent ↞
PoetryA collection of love letters I'll never send. ✔ p.s.a - this is most definitely a collection of imperfect mess. it is raw and real.. and comes straight from my heart so this may not include the best grammar. Its very tender and imperfect.. I like...
