I sleep with pillow that smells of your hair,
Your scent slowly fades and your warmth is long gone,
All I have now is my mirror's cold stare,
Nights without you stab my heart like a thorn.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
I sleep with pillow that smells of your hair,
Your scent slowly fades and your warmth is long gone,
All I have now is my mirror's cold stare,
Nights without you stab my heart like a thorn.