The next thing I knew
There was the salt of my own tears
It was bitter on my tongue
It stung
Like the words
It's so cold,
It's so cold
Memories gradually rush in
In the place the overwhelming feelings
As if in a trance
I begin to recall them
One by one
And tears trickled down my wet cheeks
Again
When I realized that he was my world
And that I would never have him the way that I did before
Because when I look at you
All the others seems to drain of any colour
Everything seems so translucent around you
And I realised
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
The next thing I knew
There was the salt of my own tears
It was bitter on my tongue
It stung
Like the words
It's so cold,
It's so cold
Memories gradually rush in
In the place the overwhelming feelings
As if in a trance
I begin to recall them
One by one
And tears trickled down my wet cheeks
Again
When I realized that he was my world
And that I would never have him the way that I did before
Because when I look at you
All the others seems to drain of any colour
Everything seems so translucent around you
And I realised
