Heart If you want to leave then take out your name spelt as love in my poetries and palms, take the dried rose that you gave me on our first date and hide it in Plath's books, so I won't take your name as sermon when I'll read it next time, else it will break me into million of realities. If you want to leave then take out your name spelt as love in my poetries and palms, take the dried rose that you gave me on our first date and hide
