Once surrounded, slowly fading
I was once the center now I am
the edge.
In times of empty days, in which
you find too much space,
so much it haunts you.
Talk about, adress your long lost
friend and speak and tell and pronounce
the words: I love you.
Before you fade, before you turn into
me. The last thing I sometimes want to be.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Once surrounded, slowly fading
I was once the center now I am
the edge.
In times of empty days, in which
you find too much space,
so much it haunts you.
Talk about, adress your long lost
friend and speak and tell and pronounce
the words: I love you.
Before you fade, before you turn into
me. The last thing I sometimes want to be.
It burns when I ***
