up in the attic
in the furthest corner
lies a small bottle
I call it my weakness
coz inside there
lies the love I had for you
the sunset healing I got from your eyes
the butterflies I got from your glance
the magic I felt from your laughter
the intoxication I got from your love
the goosebumps I got from your touch
I bottled it all baby
now I check on it every once in a while
to remind myself how chaos in paradise felt like
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