Jan 2018
And I lay here with tear-pooled eyes
As the memories begin to flood my shallow mind
I hold onto the hope that they will silence the agony in my cries
The ones that've come about since we said our goodbyes
Yet still, here I lay with tear-pooled eyes
As the memories begin to flood my shallow mind
I hold onto the hope that they will silence the agony in my cries
The ones that've come about since we said our goodbyes
Yet still, here I lay with tear-pooled eyes
I recently said goodbye to my best friend. Though I hope it's not the last time I speak to her or see her, I understand very well that it may be. I love her limitless. Why does religion have to be so hard sometimes?
