I could feel this empty chair filling all my heart with pain. Why would you leave me hanging like there's something more for us? The heat of anger rushes through me but my love for you prevails. I could go on forever like this: waiting for the love to feel, waiting for the warmth of your skin. Tell me, is this all worth it? Are you still there? Will this be all going to end well? or it will just be another nightmare? --
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
I could feel this empty chair filling all my heart with pain. Why would you leave me hanging like there's something more for us? The heat of anger rushes through me but my love for you prevails. I could go on forever like this: waiting for the love to feel, waiting for the warmth of your skin. Tell me, is this all worth it? Are you still there? Will this be all going to end well? or it will just be another nightmare? --
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