There’s a void in my heart shaped like you.
When your scent fades from my bedsheets,
I sputter like a car without fuel. Without you,
it’s hard to keep going.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
There’s a void in my heart shaped like you.
When your scent fades from my bedsheets,
I sputter like a car without fuel. Without you,
it’s hard to keep going.
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