It was such a whirlwind.
You came in
Made me feel
Made me hope
Made me crave
Then you're gone.
The storm of your presence has passed.
But it is still muddy.
I am still left to pick up.
I am still left to wipe off my boots.
I am still left to try to carry on,
When everything is dripping with a reminder of you.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
It was such a whirlwind.
You came in
Made me feel
Made me hope
Made me crave
Then you're gone.
The storm of your presence has passed.
But it is still muddy.
I am still left to pick up.
I am still left to wipe off my boots.
I am still left to try to carry on,
When everything is dripping with a reminder of you.
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