These songs will await her to sing along
This home she made in a temporary place will miss her laughs and giggles
These little show pieces will keep expecting her to see herself shine in them
These photo frames will eventually learn that you're gone
But what about me?
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How will I ever get used to this feeling of not having you around.
15.02.18
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QOTD: We are not our wounds.
YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
