And just like that, it's over - like it didn't even happen. Traded the rest of his life for a half a gram - went out noddin' like he was nappin'.. My heart cries for the family, Aaron, I miss you, fam. And, if I could, you know I'd buy you back for that half a gram.
Just like that, gone forever.. Like he was never here, a sudden change of weather we often see this time of year. My heart cries for your kid, I'll never forget you, man. Why men would rather **** than build, I'll never understand..
Just like that, forgotten.. The girl had gotten sober Bought some birthday presents and ****** and just like that - its over. My heart cries for your baby Carrie's never coming back. Probably wearing the bracelet I gave her when she faded into black.
We held each other so tight, Hoping in vain That if we held tight enough We wouldn't have to leave each other.
Everything came rushing in, Banging open doors And showing us all that we forgot Reminding us why we came together Why we were.
And now the aching is surreal, Hard and constant, Gnawing insides out. Different from the way I missed him, This ache is a dear longing for The smiles all of you put on my face, The help you always gave me, My support team.
Thank you for everything. But I can't say goodbye, Not now when we've only just go to know each other through and through.
It's I'll see you later, And Good luck with Rajiv ;3
Dedicated to the dark side ^-^ gonna miss you all so much~ (we are THE squad goals)
Each and every text hit me like Little sparks of fire, Each of them igniting And enveloping me In this new feeling, Spreading warmth across my body Like warm butter, Seeping in and soaking. Popcorn popping in my stomach, Bouncing up and down, Warm and addicting.
So this is what it feels like to be loved.
Feeling loved by many ♥ I love you guys! Thanks for all your support! :3 it means a lot ^^
I miss you, and the time we hung out… I miss the bad times as much as I miss the good times… our relationship is never great, we have our fights, but we always figured it out. My homie, my best friend. I love you and don’t at the same time, and I know you feel the same… We can chase each other around the house, hitting each other with pillows, but all in good fun... My homie, my best friend. We’re tight, and best friends, I love you… My homie, my best friend, my brother.
Worship in vanity the thread count in linen Sacred vestments of Gucci Inquisition Crimson is the season She called it blood orange I simply saw blood Diamonds in her ears Stole the glory from the stars Dull brown eyes hide Below saturated blue Lenses to hide her shame That she wasn’t born a princess Perhaps prince charming awaits In another dive bar Holding a whiskey sour