The charade of hearts

November 29, 2019

I get nostalgia from the littlest things,

It ranges from rainy days to sugar canes.

It seems now that someone has your heart.

A part I want to play so bad,

A part I never really had.

The 'I love you's were bullshit.

The I'm sorry I fell asleep, I'm tired of it.

Our meaningful conversations turn to dust,

i just wanna know what happened to us.

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