• neemaht 15w

    Nee��

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    Honey-like love from the onset,
    it grew from its lowest to its highest,
    They longed for each other until sunset.
    Her smile used to make him happy
    His presence made her feel wanted,
    A new feeling was born, addiction so they say
    Trust became insecurities,
    there wouldn't be a scratch but the heart was torn apart,
    Stitches weren't even enough,
    Consumed by fear, she became vulnerable.

    -Nee