I sometimes hold my pillow,
I like to imagine that I can keep you warm.
Cold nights like these keep me up.
Tell me how I can’t go to sleep?
Why can’t I taste food anymore?
Will I ever feel joy again?
If you’re wondering if I’ll ever move on,
I won’t.
Not until I know that you’re okay.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
I sometimes hold my pillow,
I like to imagine that I can keep you warm.
Cold nights like these keep me up.
Tell me how I can’t go to sleep?
Why can’t I taste food anymore?
Will I ever feel joy again?
If you’re wondering if I’ll ever move on,
I won’t.
Not until I know that you’re okay.
