Sunday, April 19, 2015

Us



Sometimes I make myself
Believe that we broke up
And cry over false memories

Every time I close my eyes,
I pray that in the morning
I’ll wake up to your face

I wanted to be everything
You wanted because
You were everything I loved

Sometimes I make myself
Believe that we broke up
But the truth is,
There was never an “us”.


Black and white

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