That word love, it's never easy to say at first because we're never sure if it's the right word to use,
Like an egg we try to behold it with care, with the right amount of attention for fear we might lose it,
You were a stranger once before you became the best thing that happened to me, I never wanted to leap because I knew myself too well,
And now we're not exactly were we started as strangers, are we? we're a little more but not enough for me, you say you're afraid to cross that bridge because you fear we might not come back from it,
Well it's too late because I'm at the other side of the bridge and I'm waiting, I'm hoping,
So what happens now? Do I burn the bridge down or do I leave it standing?
You tell me.
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P.S
Some people find being friends with someone you've been sexually intimate with weird but I don't think it should be, I think true friends could be the best lovers because they were friends first and also be the best Exes because again they were friends before anything else.
But maybe not every friend could be a lover because some friends are like siblings and that would just be weird.
~Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
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