The gitters that run through the spine as I see you now,
The flashbacks that hit like thunderstorms,
The memories of those silly norms,
Today gives me Chills.
The flower is dead,
Though everything left unsaid.
Today gives me Chills,
When I see me as a stranger who walks past you.
Today gives me Chills,
When I realise that those promises were mere words stringed.
Today gives me Chills to having experiencing the end.
Lost are those dreams as I lose you today.
Lost is that part of me forever.
The loss gives me Chills.
The flower is dead once for all.
That gives me Chills.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
The gitters that run through the spine as I see you now,
The flashbacks that hit like thunderstorms,
The memories of those silly norms,
Today gives me Chills.
The flower is dead,
Though everything left unsaid.
Today gives me Chills,
When I see me as a stranger who walks past you.
Today gives me Chills,
When I realise that those promises were mere words stringed.
Today gives me Chills to having experiencing the end.
Lost are those dreams as I lose you today.
Lost is that part of me forever.
The loss gives me Chills.
The flower is dead once for all.
That gives me Chills.
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