Dreaming with a broken heart;

The feeling is not there anymore but;
I still Keep our picture in my purse;
hoping one day i could tell someone that;

there is-was an us.

i did not run away to see
if you would follow me or not

i ran away because
i want freedom;

I know a boy he put the colors inside of my world;
and You're my happy drug;
S once ask me;
was it you that i was talking about;

i denied it;
you want to know how long ago was it?
10 months.