I could write about never kissing you
I could write about how you don't exist
I could write about the day you died
Cold,
And alone
But why waste my breath,
When yours is already gone.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
I could write about never kissing you
I could write about how you don't exist
I could write about the day you died
Cold,
And alone
But why waste my breath,
When yours is already gone.
