the feeling of knowing
where my footsteps have been
my mind retraces every step
until i feel nothing but the cold, the dark
the miserable memory of your face.
there are roads i never drive down for a reason.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
the feeling of knowing
where my footsteps have been
my mind retraces every step
until i feel nothing but the cold, the dark
the miserable memory of your face.
there are roads i never drive down for a reason.
