I stole two of your clothes and wore it everytime I miss you.
You owned me without you knowing.
I followed your fooststeps to your way home on a rocky road.
Your shadow was the closest thing to me.
And I was happy with that. I like it that way.
I like it when you sway your arms, as if it will reach me.
I waited for you to look back at the girl who have been with you all the time.
No words. Silent. Hopefull.
Prayful that one day when you wake up, I am all you need.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
I stole two of your clothes and wore it everytime I miss you.
You owned me without you knowing.
I followed your fooststeps to your way home on a rocky road.
Your shadow was the closest thing to me.
And I was happy with that. I like it that way.
I like it when you sway your arms, as if it will reach me.
I waited for you to look back at the girl who have been with you all the time.
No words. Silent. Hopefull.
Prayful that one day when you wake up, I am all you need.
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