They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I find it makes mine turn dark and wander in to the realm of the wicked and weird.
I found you beautiful before you crawled away. I found you elusive after that day. I'd even say it's evasive. You left without a sound while i continue to talk and regret every single syllable.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I find it makes mine turn dark and wander in to the realm of the wicked and weird.
I found you beautiful before you crawled away. I found you elusive after that day. I'd even say it's evasive. You left without a sound while i continue to talk and regret every single syllable.
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