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Since we were little, I remember you to always have been following me.
You were a year younger, so that naturally always made you a little more naive, more innocent.
I loved the feeling of being in charge. Being the youngest in my family always made me looked down upon.
But when we'd run in the daisy fields together, or color on the sidewalks with chalk, to me, all meaning of time vanished.
I didn't stop to think whether my clothes got dirty or not.
I didn't care if I would trip trying to catch up to you.
Even when my parents would blow their heads off at me for turning up ridiculously late, their voices were mere mumbles to my ears.
The only thing on my mind was your laugh.
The way your eyes crinkled at the corners.
Your tiny dimples at your cheeks.
The way your whole face seemed to crush itself.
It rung in my ears for years.
You never lost your laugh.
It's been the same since we could talk.
And even now, when I look at you.
Tears streaming down your face.
The same crushed face.
You're so dressed up.
How sickly beautiful you look right now.
But you're not looking at me.
I'm looking at you from afar.
You're not laughing for me anymore.
I'd kill myself.
Just to turn back time.
Why didn't I notice?
You slipped away from me so subtly.
Now in my place, is something new.
I hear your laugh when I look at you.
Don't take my sunshine away.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 | 𝐱
RomanceI suggest playing a rain or ambience track over a light classical playlist to set the vibe. When in love, everything around you deafens. Whether to fill the empty void or if you want someone to understand and just be there with you without having...