Wherever I try to stop my eyes at something,
Still, the sight of your body lingered there
As the silent stabbing the back of my mind
With a knife of nightmare and regrets
Of letting you go, or instead, of ever letting myself knew you.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Wherever I try to stop my eyes at something,
Still, the sight of your body lingered there
As the silent stabbing the back of my mind
With a knife of nightmare and regrets
Of letting you go, or instead, of ever letting myself knew you.