these days
feel so abundantly empty;
i have become absolutely enamored
with the way our silence lulls us to sleep;
embracing each other's warmth and company.
but, alas, such bitter fate.
now, i try to fill the void with mindless chatters
but it all remains futile.
everything hurts without you.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
these days
feel so abundantly empty;
i have become absolutely enamored
with the way our silence lulls us to sleep;
embracing each other's warmth and company.
but, alas, such bitter fate.
now, i try to fill the void with mindless chatters
but it all remains futile.
everything hurts without you.
was this how you felt? i am rambling again, i cannot make sense of what i want to say to you
