my heart
It’s my heart you’re stealing, It’s my heart you take, It’s my heart you’re dealing with
And it’s my heart you’ll break.
And it’s my heart you’ll break.
It’s my heart you’re taking, It’s breaking bit by bit, It’s my heart you’re dealing with
But you don’t know about it.
But you don’t know about it.
If you’d feel like I feel, and if you’d know what I know, I don’t think you’d ever play me
I know you’d never play me.
exchanging stares
The "when-your-eyes-meet" moment is just one thing I barely experienced in this life.
And that's why I never quite understood what so special about it. I read about it in romance novels, but never quite get the sensation.
But, it was until last week, Sunday to be exact.
He's a total stranger to me. I don't know him, only I've seen him a couple of times before.
It feels like a weird tingling feeling. Like you know him, and yet you don't know him.
There's this one moment that I can never forget,
when our eyes meet.
I know, it's weird. It's not an emotional thing.
But I just like the feeling when our eyes meet.
Quite a little something.
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