D r a b b l e.
When we were younger, you loved the stories of the
knights, damsel in distress and the dragons who wo
-uld be killed later on. Maybe I often wondered if I
could had been the princess, somehow now you're
the villian in the story books. The dragon, that puffs
out smoke; I watch you pull the ciggerette out of your
mouth and your exhaling the puff of smoke out. My
legs are tangled between the sheets and you were
just laying there beside me still. I've loved many thin
-gs but it doesn't change the fact, I love somebody who
doesen't love me. Maybe our love was false, but it felt
real and was there for the breif minute. It was an illusion.
You knew, I loved magicians and so facinated by those
little details and things. Maybe that false love was the best
moments of my life or just the night for you to talk about.
When we grow older, I dream days with you and now
it seems that it isn't quite as real as I
thought.
D r a b b l e. When we were younger, you loved the stories of
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