The night turns cold;
as I look at our pictures I feel something unusual.
Has the time grew old?
I am badly missing you but the feeling's not mutual.
I have nothing from you to hold;
and now I am stuck reminiscing in this ritual.
Remembering the times we were both happy.
I stare at our smiles, feeling nothing but hopelessness.
I felt one last beat, and then there was no more sadness.
Now I will only be a forgotten memory.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
The night turns cold;
as I look at our pictures I feel something unusual.
Has the time grew old?
I am badly missing you but the feeling's not mutual.
I have nothing from you to hold;
and now I am stuck reminiscing in this ritual.
Remembering the times we were both happy.
I stare at our smiles, feeling nothing but hopelessness.
I felt one last beat, and then there was no more sadness.
Now I will only be a forgotten memory.
