To my dear friend
I wanted to say that I miss you
I wanted to say that the rain feels colder without you
I wanted to say that life truly isn’t the same
I wanted to say that I just can’t find the beauty in small things anymore
But I can
And maybe life isn’t the same, but when is it ever?
And the rain is still rain
And I don’t think I actually do miss you.
I wanted to say so much
I wanted to show much more
I wanted to fight for you
Die for you,
But how can I do that when I’m already dead?
And everything is ****
Because I expected more from myself
But when do I ever deliver?
Can I even deliver?
To my friend
I’m sorry.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
To my dear friend
I wanted to say that I miss you
I wanted to say that the rain feels colder without you
I wanted to say that life truly isn’t the same
I wanted to say that I just can’t find the beauty in small things anymore
But I can
And maybe life isn’t the same, but when is it ever?
And the rain is still rain
And I don’t think I actually do miss you.
I wanted to say so much
I wanted to show much more
I wanted to fight for you
Die for you,
But how can I do that when I’m already dead?
And everything is ****
Because I expected more from myself
But when do I ever deliver?
Can I even deliver?
To my friend
I’m sorry.