*I play songs from
Christina Perri
and lie in bed.
Tears fall as
I look through your photos
again and again.
One by one
they evoke those memories
that cringe in my heart followed.
I could hear your voice
"Don't give up on me,"
you said.
"I won't,"
I whispered
only to hear my own echo.
Because you're not here anymore.
It's too late.*
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
*I play songs from
Christina Perri
and lie in bed.
Tears fall as
I look through your photos
again and again.
One by one
they evoke those memories
that cringe in my heart followed.
I could hear your voice
"Don't give up on me,"
you said.
"I won't,"
I whispered
only to hear my own echo.
Because you're not here anymore.
It's too late.*
