You stole my heart But it was locked And only I possess the key Maybe it’s me Or not I never opened up to you Maybe I was overwhelmed But something was up Something unusual How could little old me know Nobody talked I think a sixth sense was in the making I sense it The unusuality Then again I could be wrong I’ve had occasions But it’s still locked It’s always locked To you at least I’m never opening up to you < Calli
Idk why I wrote this but I love it! Hopefully no one has to deal with this and if you do then you’re never alone and eventually it’ll get better, just believe it will < Calli
