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He asked me what I wonder about

and when i answered 'you'

his mouth turned into a childish pout

he said 'but i wonder about you too'

 

 'if the world stopped turning

would we be stuck in this love?'

'if the world was burning

would we just stare at the stars above?

i answered 'yes' and started to cry

because i knew our love was ready to die

our kiss was not fire, 

his embrace was not warm

his eyes showed no desire

our passion never formed

i became a toy, a cute little doll

but he broke me so much, i'll never mend

he'll never know if he had fixed me at all

i'd have followed him to the end