Jul 2016
I'm not
the person
you think
I've become.
I'm not
so sure
about you.
We are
each one
side of
a canyon;
our shores
spreading
slightly apart.
You are
what I
need to
be whole.
Yet your
love for
me dies.
I miss
the endless
love that
you held
in your
beautiful eyes.
the person
you think
I've become.
I'm not
so sure
about you.
We are
each one
side of
a canyon;
our shores
spreading
slightly apart.
You are
what I
need to
be whole.
Yet your
love for
me dies.
I miss
the endless
love that
you held
in your
beautiful eyes.
I had the edit of the century and closed my browser. I’ll make this an all-timer, I swear. It just needs some love.
