Away, I dream of last thoughts and feelings

That he introduced to me

Not even my first love had a clear understanding

Past experiences lift my senses

Trying to leave it to an old palate

He is foreign

My heart is open an awaiting

To let me love and be accepting

Blood is chilled

As he

Brings roses to my cheeks

Only fearing the past

Seeing it return in related situations

Always defensive even when you show security

Your presents make me believe in fairytale endings

#love #stories #high

◄ History

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