another story of my past loves, more of a poem really.
Constant pain is a good sign that moving on is necessary.
You didn't see things half as big as I did and still do.
I tried to love myself, at least enough to leave you.
The memory of you lingers, cloaking me in utter darkness. You keep me stuck in the night, my heart froze on just one love.
A poem about a past love.
Constant pain is a good sign that moving on is necessary.
You didn't see things half as big as I did and still do.
I tried to love myself, at least enough to leave you.
The memory of you lingers, cloaking me in utter darkness. You keep me stuck in the night, my heart froze on just one love.
A poem about a past love.