She holds it tight
To the last breathes
To the an end of her life
To the last beats of her heart
To the sun, to let it know that she still holds on
where he left her all alone
With memories,
With the kind of love, she can't get over
With the kind of wounds,
Which haven't healed yet
Or maybe will never be..
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
She holds it tight
To the last breathes
To the an end of her life
To the last beats of her heart
To the sun, to let it know that she still holds on
where he left her all alone
With memories,
With the kind of love, she can't get over
With the kind of wounds,
Which haven't healed yet
Or maybe will never be..
