Loving a bestfriend

Thu, 08/06/2015 - 21:49 -- Simbadv

I loved your every feature your every aesthetic I could be gone for a 1000 years and never forget it.

Months past and I still couldn't fix my broken heart from when you left it  

all the time we invested face timed and texted, jokes and laughs late night 10 paragraphs

revealing myself to you removing my mask 

but still I ask why wasn't I enough?

Why did I even bother?

I was supposed to be your simba you was supposed to be my Nala.

 I was supposed to your boy. I was supposed to be your best-friend. 

You was my beginning I thought I could be your end. 


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