"Mom,I thought you forgot
The way my skin peels away like water
The song we sang that hot summer of August
Dad,I thought you forgot
The way my body feels unreal,
The song we heard that cold winter of January"
It lit a flame and I cried.
I missed anything of you
but you never really cared after all.
It sung bad,but to you were sweet words which now are gone in the space you never fulfilled.
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶
RandomWhy? Who? Where? When? How? So many questions to one answer. Madness.
