The day That one day The day that you were there but gone at the same time The day where i thought you would still be here in my tomorrow as how you were in a my yesterday.
Now your not my yesterday and you're not my tomorrows your not under, but in a way beneath. You're beneath my thoughts. Under my every surface. In my head but not to be infront of my eyes. How can someone or something so special turn into something thats beneath a thought. Something so far from a surface but still be considered the surface of everything You are the deeper surface underneath all the layers that i don't have to hide. Always beneath my mind.