No one knows how my soul searches for you during the darkest night
Or how my feet gravitate towards your street on the regular
The air cold like your soul caresses my skin
The sounds of guitars and melodies decorating the streets in the distance
My starving heart aches to be fed by your presence
No one knows, truly knows
The scar you've left on my existence
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
No one knows how my soul searches for you during the darkest night
Or how my feet gravitate towards your street on the regular
The air cold like your soul caresses my skin
The sounds of guitars and melodies decorating the streets in the distance
My starving heart aches to be fed by your presence
No one knows, truly knows
The scar you've left on my existence