It was never this easy
Never this easy to cry
But the sorrow haunts me
And the thought of not having you
is enough
to break walls and shatter constelations.
Yet, I don't want any of that
Except you
And your mad smile
And waking up electryfied with the sight
of your ******* and the smell of eggs cooked
First thing in the morning
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
It was never this easy
Never this easy to cry
But the sorrow haunts me
And the thought of not having you
is enough
to break walls and shatter constelations.
Yet, I don't want any of that
Except you
And your mad smile
And waking up electryfied with the sight
of your ******* and the smell of eggs cooked
First thing in the morning
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