It is not who she is that is my loss,
But who she was that I miss,
The memories of the same person I yearn for,
No longer a part of the person stuck in my head,
Her hair and hands they smelled so good,
She reminds me of sun light reflected by gold,
Butterflies, honey and a future that'll never come true.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
It is not who she is that is my loss,
But who she was that I miss,
The memories of the same person I yearn for,
No longer a part of the person stuck in my head,
Her hair and hands they smelled so good,
She reminds me of sun light reflected by gold,
Butterflies, honey and a future that'll never come true.