📚 DON'T TELL ME ABOUT HER📖
🌿 ❤ Don't tell me about her that Kinga read and sang while brewing morning coffee, that she was so beautiful in blue color and ironing the collar perfectly.
Don't tell me about her that she was so gently combing her hair and cooking Sunday dinners, and that your parents loved her so much and that you watched the shooting stars with her for the first time.
Don't tell me about her cause I'm scared.
That my freckles no longer give me charm,
that you no longer watch me dance in the rain, that I don't match your crushed shirt, and that my hand is not closest to you. ❤ ☘ 🌻 🌼 🌸 🌺 🥀
that you no longer watch me dance in the rain, that I don't match your crushed shirt, and that my hand is not closest to you. ❤ ☘ 🌻 🌼 🌸 🌺 🥀
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