I pick small flowers from the curvature
of the nape of your
neck;
i wake up, one minute:
you are
gone.
I move on
with my life,
i move out
of these same walls,
like the
next
fervent
dream, where I still believe
I'm over it,
I'm
just still kind of
in love with
you.
i'm sorry always
sorry i pretend
like I
care
or
don't care
and
I don't really know where the hours
went, or the years of life you wasted on
me.
x
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
I pick small flowers from the curvature
of the nape of your
neck;
i wake up, one minute:
you are
gone.
I move on
with my life,
i move out
of these same walls,
like the
next
fervent
dream, where I still believe
I'm over it,
I'm
just still kind of
in love with
you.
i'm sorry always
sorry i pretend
like I
care
or
don't care
and
I don't really know where the hours
went, or the years of life you wasted on
me.
x
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