I don’t know what’s better, letting go or holding on for too long?
Why does Cupid keep using my heart for target practice,
Firing arrows blind, leaving scars that last,
Love’s become a cruel game,
Love right now feels like being robbed in an alley Eight times in a row,
And hoping that there’s something about today that makes all of this different,
- Author: Job Welime ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2024 01:36
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
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