To whoever who knows him,
Tell him that although the world doesn't revolve around him. That even when I wake up it's not him I say good morning to. That even when there is so much more to life than him. This heart is still whispering his name at night, these eyes still cry for him, these ears still listening for some voice that might sound like his. Hey, I miss him. Even this far.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
To whoever who knows him,
Tell him that although the world doesn't revolve around him. That even when I wake up it's not him I say good morning to. That even when there is so much more to life than him. This heart is still whispering his name at night, these eyes still cry for him, these ears still listening for some voice that might sound like his. Hey, I miss him. Even this far.
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