The night seems colder that usual
The bed seems bigger than ever
The darkness more scary than before
And me, I'm smaller and weaker
I remember the smell of summer
The smell of you, me and us
I remember the feeling of the grass
Touching you, me and us
I'm painfully surviving
Knowing that you're mine no more
I'm bravely smiling
To the empty space next to me
I'm hold my own hand
Pretending it's yours
I'm wiping my own tears
Because, if I won't,
then who will...
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mistoffelees (
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Comments1
It is a very touching piece of heartbreak...rather moving in the way you expressed it all...excellently depicted in the images you used and almost worth crying over for the deep heartache and lonely sorrow. Excellent.
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