Today I listened to the playlist you made me
You told me they were the perfect representation of your feelings for me
You told me that to you, these songs were about me
You told me they were mine
But now, I have nothing
Not even you
- I'm empty
YOU ARE READING
Transient
Short Story"But as told My euphoria is only transient - as was he" We fall and then we crash, and we do it over and over again until the right person catches you. Before the crash we were perfect, we danced in the rain, we travelled together, we shared so man...
