the tick of the clock makes me wonder
staring at the ceiling,
wondering what u r doing
As I cuddle with my pillow, thick blankets on my feet, wearing the same face you left me
I wonder, why did u fade?
All those memories are hunting me
But I got no choice but to close my eyes and sleep again with no idea.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
the tick of the clock makes me wonder
staring at the ceiling,
wondering what u r doing
As I cuddle with my pillow, thick blankets on my feet, wearing the same face you left me
I wonder, why did u fade?
All those memories are hunting me
But I got no choice but to close my eyes and sleep again with no idea.
