3 years ago500+ Views
I am reminded of the thing we used to be. Things constantly reminding me. What I will never see. I remind myself that I will never be. Forever saying i'm sorry. Why me? A plague for the century. I will forever feel like i am so guilty. What would make you happy? The dreams that seemed so sappy. Fell into a hole created by the unhappy. Would you allow it? Could pronounce it? If i held my heart, in my palm. would there be and ounce left? I get so choked up. i still remember your face. your laugh and smile. more than enough to breathe for awhile. no, you didn't need a style. HJFS
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wow I really love the strong emotion behind your words