Another minute goes by and I'm not thinking about your
eyes
lips
hair
nose
hands
heart
soul.
Maybe it's because I have left the prison I built for myself,
or it's probably due to the fact that I have seen galaxies in the eyes of another.
I don't need you anymore;
you're just a ghost in the background,
an insubstantial space in my garden that will never bear flowers.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Another minute goes by and I'm not thinking about your
eyes
lips
hair
nose
hands
heart
soul.
Maybe it's because I have left the prison I built for myself,
or it's probably due to the fact that I have seen galaxies in the eyes of another.
I don't need you anymore;
you're just a ghost in the background,
an insubstantial space in my garden that will never bear flowers.
