conversations drawing shorter each second.
the value of words decrease.
the space between us is growing,
what's the point? what's left to say.
drifting further away from one another each night.
feelings are nonexistence, unimportant.
words left unsaid, realistically nothings left to say.
just empty thoughts of what if's occasionally.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
conversations drawing shorter each second.
the value of words decrease.
the space between us is growing,
what's the point? what's left to say.
drifting further away from one another each night.
feelings are nonexistence, unimportant.
words left unsaid, realistically nothings left to say.
just empty thoughts of what if's occasionally.
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