What are you doing to my poor sad heart?
You once loved me but I wasn’t sure,
When I felt sad and you made me laugh I realised you were the cure.
But the second you got my heart you stepped on it and broke it into tiny pieces.
I don’t know if you meant to hurt me or were you just tired of my kisses.
But joke’s on you, cause I’ll just take my broken heart and turn it into art.
Za vse tiste k ste bili ze kdaj “heartbroken”. Meni se je ze velikokrat ampak tokrat je bolelo veliko bolj kot prejsnjic. Auc
- MysteryPoet objavil/a 2 leta nazaj