You are long gone
Emptiness is what remains
Living a life with out you in it
I used to cry you a river
I would have taken a bullet for you
Real definition of a ride or die
We were different creatures who crossed paths coincidently because in reality we wouldn’t have
We were like parallel lines
never to intersect
Yet the only time we did intersect is when you crossed my mind
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
You are long gone
Emptiness is what remains
Living a life with out you in it
I used to cry you a river
I would have taken a bullet for you
Real definition of a ride or die
We were different creatures who crossed paths coincidently because in reality we wouldn’t have
We were like parallel lines
never to intersect
Yet the only time we did intersect is when you crossed my mind
