Chelseamarae

I Miss You, Sometimes.

I know your sound like the back of my hand.
my eyes can be closed and ill still pick you out of a crowd.
I feel you... still. and I miss you sometimes
but it’s okay, we will pass, like the ones before us...
and the ones before them...
our memories will be irrelevant to everyone... except us.
our secrets will mean nothing to those who don’t know them...
just us.
our love was sacred and who knew a part of our love...
was letting it go.
I don’t want to, but I think I’m ready now...
even tho I still miss you sometimes, and it hurts...
What hurts most is the things you did are slowly slippin’ from my mind.
So, was it even worth the argument?
I forgot what I last said to you, when it was.
I thought I’d never recover from you, but I’m still here.
You’ll always be missing, and I won’t forget you, ever.
Even when I forget when it was
You will never slip my mind.
I told you I’d take whatever you gave me, and if missing you is all that I can have
I’ll take that.

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