She helps me escape reality,
Her voice is my lullaby,
Her eyes are asthenic,
Her lips is my firepower,
Her nose gives me grace,
She's my cosmos.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Here I am, sitting at the stool,
having a thought of you,
missing your presence,
I wish you're here with me,
Regretting
The choices I made.
Here I am, standing across the shore,
wanting to be with you,
begging you,
please come back,
still regretting,
That I left you.
Here I am, lying on my bed,
thinking of what I might do,
letting go?
Should I start to forget you?
Will I?
Or should I?
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
She helps me escape reality,
Her voice is my lullaby,
Her eyes are asthenic,
Her lips is my firepower,
Her nose gives me grace,
She's my cosmos.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC