If roses are meant to be red. And violets to be blue. Why isn't my heart meant for you My hands longing to touch you. But I can barely breathe. Starry eyes that make me melt. Right in front of me
Awkward things come to an end. That's why I blocked my heart,. And chained it to the wall. Cause you haven't been there at all. In time my house became a place,. Where the wrongs were right. And
