Nov 2018
i was perfectly empty
until we met
and you became my fill
pouring me your all
all against my will.
and yet
all i became was
drier
just as
you were leaving
colder
just as
i was healing
and as i find another
perhaps then
i'd be emptier
still
until we met
and you became my fill
pouring me your all
all against my will.
and yet
all i became was
drier
just as
you were leaving
colder
just as
i was healing
and as i find another
perhaps then
i'd be emptier
still
okay please read the poem 'forever on my mind' by Lang Leav I can't remember which folio tho maybe Universe of Us?
anway i've always been her fan and she never fails to make me write whenever i read her works they feel like so much magic
anway i've always been her fan and she never fails to make me write whenever i read her works they feel like so much magic
