Just started loving myself more than how much I loved you, I want to rewrite the story. I want to rewrite the stars. I want to rewrite fate. I want to recreate the palm lines. I want nothing but the real me by breaking that “silly me” Shaped by you in the name of love!
It's too hard to stay on the page, Flipping the pages back & forth. It's like an unexpected dot, making thoughts wander here & there. Clouds are now finding it hard to tear down as if it's so deeply touched!