I'm P and I love to read StoryMirror contents.
You read it as poetry You read it as poetry
People think that it is easy to bloom into someone new, People think that it is easy to bloom into someone new,
The wounds have faded over time The wounds have faded over time
Eerie winds of your memories Eerie winds of your memories
There was a moment when I couldn’t feel anything else, There was a moment when I couldn’t feel anything else,
The opening of my floodgates. The opening of my floodgates.
Or is it all of them Backing out from me? Or is it all of them Backing out from me?
Please, let me be mine. Please, let me be mine.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night
I wonder what’s it like to look in the mirror I wonder what’s it like to look in the mirror