how am i supposed to get over it when it's the soft little kisses that i miss, when there are jolts of electric currents ran down my body everytime her hand touches me, when it's the cuddles that i started to like, when it's her presence that i yearn for
but i have to do it...
i need to get over it.
YOU ARE READING
Forlorn
Poetrycal's forlorn attempt of letting go - credits to the owner of the image that i used for the book cover -