I am missing the feeling,
the feeling of your kissing.
The soft lips while you hold my hips ,
When our dress just slips.
Your beautiful red hair,
I couldn't help but stare.
One day you just went away,
you told me "Once i come back I'll forever stay".
It's been one-hundred-thirty-seven days,
Oh, how I miss that gaze.
Somewhere in the abyss your body lays,
I'll never stop counting those days.
137 days since Natasha died, I'LL NEVER GET OVER IT FUCK YOU.
