Crumbled
We met on a Sunday Afternoon
We didn't know each other
But after the next risen white moon
Our little hearts were conquered
Because…
Our hearts were then married
Our love grew
Our minds to the heart got carried
Then we knew
You said I was yours
The same way as you were to me
Our love filled with colors
Until the day you regretted me
You thought I didn’t love you
Or even cared about you
But I should have thought things through
To avoid this big break through
The words then turn to short mumbles
But I refused to allow
Our relationship to crumble
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