Stolen
Given our circumstances,
You and I,
Me and You,
are, without a doubt,
bound to disintegrate with our little secrets, dumb jokes and prolonged kisses.
Don’t make me forget about all those wishes
we made, those plans we created.
While we waited
for the truth to unfold,
we knew what was about to to be told.
Lets not waste this last moment,
for it’ll leave us broken— our hearts were eternally stolen…
By each other.
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