Jun 2019
Even with the noise around us
I could still pick his laughter
I could still see those brown eyes
shining, illuminating the dark
I can still touch him
I can still feel him
and I find myself
falling in love all over again
with the figment of my imagination.
I could still pick his laughter
I could still see those brown eyes
shining, illuminating the dark
I can still touch him
I can still feel him
and I find myself
falling in love all over again
with the figment of my imagination.
Accept that he's already gone. Move forward. And don't look back
