Oct 2018
you're a photograph,
grayed out and dissolved by time,
washed away by an ocean of tears;
you're a photograph no longer occupying my album called my heart.
grayed out and dissolved by time,
washed away by an ocean of tears;
you're a photograph no longer occupying my album called my heart.
the emptiness is not cause by you; rather, the absence of you.
i'm coming into terms with my own loneliness, and it seems like i'll never fully get over this horrible feeling.
rest assured, i've finally moved on.
i'm coming into terms with my own loneliness, and it seems like i'll never fully get over this horrible feeling.
rest assured, i've finally moved on.
