every wall of this house reminds me
of you-
reminds me that you are 591 miles
away, and i haven't heard from you
for seventeen days, and i am beginning
to worry
before you left we sat on the
couch and i asked you to promise
me you would stay alive.
when i held out my pinkie you couldn't
take it, and i always tried to make sure
you'd never see me cry, but i couldn't
stand the thought of living
around your ghost and i guess i just
lost it
there is a cold spot on the sofa and
i wonder if it is you
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
every wall of this house reminds me
of you-
reminds me that you are 591 miles
away, and i haven't heard from you
for seventeen days, and i am beginning
to worry
before you left we sat on the
couch and i asked you to promise
me you would stay alive.
when i held out my pinkie you couldn't
take it, and i always tried to make sure
you'd never see me cry, but i couldn't
stand the thought of living
around your ghost and i guess i just
lost it
there is a cold spot on the sofa and
i wonder if it is you
i wish i were brave enough to ask
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