that spell of ours. We swore on that shit of ours.
I swore on your friendship. Though i may not have fully understood. I swore by your words, by our limited kisses, and endless feels. After all it was (always) started with that one fateful kiss.
I swore on nasty things we did too. I swore on all awkward situations we brought ourselves into. Not as if my life depended on it - more like it’d be the end of my life.
I swore on the connection, our intertwined skins
Heck, i swore on our pointlessness.
Every conversation and futile dream we'd begin,
For a friend like you, who held me through dark times.
I swore, i needed you as a friend. Always.
A friend who does it all. In the darkest of hours and when I shine
But we're not divine.
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