Sep 2020
To exist with such truth
Of heart's chipped tooth
Broken on the stone
Thrown from lunar throne
The ache does not abate
Though forward time’s gait.
It’s been years, but your face
Still haunts.
Of heart's chipped tooth
Broken on the stone
Thrown from lunar throne
The ache does not abate
Though forward time’s gait.
It’s been years, but your face
Still haunts.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her. Of how foolish she made me feel. Of how joyous she made me feel. How could I have ended it?
