No amount of people can fill the hole you left in my heart.
No amount of anyone can cleanse you from my insides.
You’re moss; growing strong from the waves of my tears that stream endlessly.
You leave longing in my heart.
The days are spent drinking you away but, as a ship must come back to port, my heart always comes back to miss you.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
No amount of people can fill the hole you left in my heart.
No amount of anyone can cleanse you from my insides.
You’re moss; growing strong from the waves of my tears that stream endlessly.
You leave longing in my heart.
The days are spent drinking you away but, as a ship must come back to port, my heart always comes back to miss you.
