I’m finally taking the pictures off my wall
I’m finally folding the borrowed sweatshirts
I’m finally filling a box with lost memories
It’s time to move on from the past
Closure is coming at last
It all just happened so fast
One final tear stained letter
One final whiff of cologne
One final kiss goodbye
But my mattress still holds your shape
Our places still hold our dreams
My heart still holds onto you
- Author: Justagirl ( Offline)
- Published: September 10th, 2024 22:33
- Category: Love
- Views: 12
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