The pictures in my brain of you and me are now fading away and they no longer matter like they use to, at first it felt like hell to let you go but now it feels like freedom.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Like a rose
PuisiI was a black rose with many thorns You plucked me and now all I have left are my thorns But I can't help but think that you plucked me out because I am special to you, because I was a rare rose to find Because no one wants daisies that they find...
It feels like freedom
The pictures in my brain of you and me are now fading away and they no longer matter like they use to, at first it felt like hell to let you go but now it feels like freedom.
