There’s this weird feeling inside of me
Could not say what it is
Is it fear or is it love?
I could not say
Deep inside me I know the truth
Didn’t want to admit it
I guess I’ll let the words slip out of me
My dear, the truth is
I love you and it hurts me everyday,
‘cause I know you’ll never feel the same.
About the Creator
Lya
Just a 15 years old girl who wants to share her writings. I speak french and English. It might not be the best, but I’m still learning
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