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4 years ago
lebiiii - mr. pistachio
4 years ago

thankyou

something beautiful was born on that summer night

it didn’t look as enticing as a sunlit river

it came like an ocean wave washing over my electric love

cutting me open like an old knife

slowly killing the last piece of faith i have for brown-eyed romantics

mercilessly punching through the walls of my bruised heart

i was smitten and defenseless

there was no hope for me to believe there was still hope for us

but autumn came and changed everything

old leaves surrendered themselves to the ground

revealing your warmest colors underneath that cold facade

now you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever held close

the best love story heaven has ever written for me

you make me want to love you through the changing seasons

because you are a breathing testimony

that broken hearts can take the awful risk of loving again

and even stronger than before

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