I'm not the type to miss people when I leave,
Or think about them when I'm gone.
But I met you.
And suddenly,
I'm starting to think that I might just miss you when I leave.
And it sticks like a thorn in my side,
To know that I too, can feel such sorrow.
A.C
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
