the sky is boring when you're not here with me
the sun, although bright, is without luster
more than ever your memories do shine
the murmur of your tragedy is overwhelming
yet I find comfort in this solitude
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
the sky is boring when you're not here with me
the sun, although bright, is without luster
more than ever your memories do shine
the murmur of your tragedy is overwhelming
yet I find comfort in this solitude