I feel beating retreat
sitting on back seat
with my increasing heart beat.
When lips meet
sitting on front seat
we feel bittersweet
because love is incomplete.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple.
"Your thoughts are the brushstrokes that paint the canvas of your reality. What you focus on is what will eventually grow and shape t...
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