i think I speak a language a few hearts might know ,I scatter a bit of dust in a form of a broken heart she picks it up , I restrain her from doing so ,it seems her heart is only meant to be broken up why is that so ?,when she lights up my life
she laughs again and again ,.thinking she's fine , she's just hiding the pain inside but I can see what's in her eyes and it's not easy to speak with your mind as your heart carries something inside it might not say what you truly imply and I must not deny I also do that sometimes
she went silent I spoke hesitantly rushing out words well I can't say I'm not fine I have to be fine or else she won't be fine whereas she's still not in a fine line , we share a much deeper spine perhaps not the one you're fond of tis a special connection I felt it a mile away while she was in time out with her mind maybe not thinking there's someone who has her in mind , I carried her the whole time and I just got out of a heavy sigh but was able to breath properly as I saw her ...
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