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Your words made promises to my heart.
The best promise was to show me true love...
And my heart, the poor thing, was dumb enough to believe you.
My head told me to ignore it, but it was too late: I followed my heart.
It was one of the best and worse choices I've ever made.
It's the best when you make me believe the promises are true,
when you say words that reach right to my heart.
It's the worse when you make me feel like a dumbass girl,
stupid enough to fall for you and to cry over you.
My poor heart lays on the floor, all broken into 1000 pieces,
waiting for your choise: are you going to glue it, or leave it there?
Your choice is very important. Maybe not to you, but to me.
It's the one thing that will dicide how I'll react:
eighter I'll jump up or otherwise I'll stay down, and cry until I'm empty.
But nomatter what, in the end I'll be happy because there are people who would.
They would pick the pieces up and glue them all together for me.
I'd still feel the break, but I hope that the glue is strong enough to keep it together.
Categorie:Selfmade emotional shit.
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