Do I feel anything?
I feel you slipping away.
I feel the hole you left.
But do I actually care?
It feels like a dream.
Only tomorrow will show what is real.
I pray to the moons and the stars that you will become a fleeting memory.
I pray you slip out of my life unnoticed;
Just like you let me fall out of yours.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Do I feel anything?
I feel you slipping away.
I feel the hole you left.
But do I actually care?
It feels like a dream.
Only tomorrow will show what is real.
I pray to the moons and the stars that you will become a fleeting memory.
I pray you slip out of my life unnoticed;
Just like you let me fall out of yours.
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