you're my bad habit when im sad when im tired when i cant stop my mind from wondering it goes back to you our smiles our hugs your misty blue eyes the way you held me I wish I could stop going back to my bad habits
A world slowly woke from slumber Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu. Free from sheets of sleep and dreams, Borrowed stitches pay the seams Of patchwork quilted promises, Forgotten threads of make believe.