Shared by the reckless romantic.
In my memory it’s 5 am in the morning of a high peak summer day, when nothing can be done to avoid the heat. I am sitting in your big leather armchair and try to breathe whilst watching you sleep. I am wondering if you still dream of her? Is she the one whose face you want to see when you open your eyes? Do your hands still remember the lines of her body when you touch mine? Should I dress like her? Should I use the same lipstick? It might make my kisses feel sweeter for you to taste.
My mind is filled with all the doubt, that all I can ever have is the pieces of your heart. That’s all she left behind when she broke it between her perfectly manicured hands. When she walked away your world tumbled and crushed and probably you still…
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