Move on, just move on.
He doesn't care obviously, and all you do is hurt yourself
You deserve more
How many times will you cry over him?
How can I move on?
From the one who has taught me love is okay
Trusting is okay sometimes
How many times? every day until I die if I have to
Love is something that doesn't come often
Love is rare
If you love someone enough to end your life at one point
The thought of losing them kills you inside?..
Don't move on, listen to your heart and mind
Only you know what is right
Only you know if there is more good than bad
Love.. is something I thought I would never have or find
Then there was you.
- Author: Spyrolove (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2017 19:51
- Category: Unclassified
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