Perchance
I talk myself: it just a pain, stop crying.
You just a little girl, who want - be loved.
But world is cruel, so.. Just remember something:
As long you cry as long they keep on laughing,
So, kill this love - don't say you want another.
Perchance, some day - He'll squeeze your hand.
And through the window, - take you to the clouds
My darling, is not Neverland,
Your pain will go through fingers like it sand,
When front of you the birds are singing loud.
2020-08-15 19:58:05
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