You are not mine,
I must not ask you to stay...
The wishing of wanting to turn back time
Just makes you move further away.
You believe every word I speak is a lie,
And everything I do according to you, isn't ok.
But I try and try
To bring us back to what we felt that day, because even if I feel like I'll die,
I'll feel like dying, knowing that my love for you didn't go to waste.
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𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅
PoetryI was always told that I was quiet. Nothing much to see. But inside, so much is going on.
