Stolen

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 19:24 -- ckkuhl

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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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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