every day i wake up
and walk outside in the early morning
smelling the roses and the scent of oncoming rain
my heart often feels as though it simply cannot go on
as though you somehow were the one to make it beat
and now that your absence has fully registered to me
nothing is the same
it is hard to eat breakfast on Saturday mornings
without you sitting beside me
and it is difficult to read beautiful books on Wednesday afternoons
without you bringing me tea
and it is simply unbearable to go to sleep on Sunday nights
with thoughts of you with someone else
creeping into my foggy brain
i feel lost without you
but somehow i keep on living
because i know it's what you would want
at least, i hope
s.s.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
every day i wake up
and walk outside in the early morning
smelling the roses and the scent of oncoming rain
my heart often feels as though it simply cannot go on
as though you somehow were the one to make it beat
and now that your absence has fully registered to me
nothing is the same
it is hard to eat breakfast on Saturday mornings
without you sitting beside me
and it is difficult to read beautiful books on Wednesday afternoons
without you bringing me tea
and it is simply unbearable to go to sleep on Sunday nights
with thoughts of you with someone else
creeping into my foggy brain
i feel lost without you
but somehow i keep on living
because i know it's what you would want
at least, i hope
s.s.
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