You've broken down you're walls.
You've let me in.
And that's the thing i find myself asking myself.
Why?
Why is it me that you've let in?
Why did you open you're walls to me?
Why did you take you're amor off and let me in?
Do you need me?
Is that why?
Do you want me?
Is that why?
But why would you ever want me?
I'm not special just another girl with great taste in music and confusing feelings.
How am i a daimond in the rough?
Why is it me?
Why did you let me in?
Why do you say what you say to me?
Why did you break you're walls down?
Down for me?
Are you down for me?
Why me?
Why am i so special?
Why did you let me in?
Why did you break down you're walls for me?
Why me?
Why me?
Me of all people?
What makes me so speical?
So special to you?
Why?
Why am i so special to you?
Why?
Why me?
Why not somebody else?
Why?
Why not?
Why?
Tell me why.
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She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry
PoetryA sea of poetry, of metaphors and similes written by me
