it's funny how whenever i sit down to write, every pretty words goes back to the shape of your smile, every melody flows around my mind with your voice in it and even the unusual things keeps making me going back to you, not sure if i go back to the thought of you or actual you. maybe the thought of you cause the actual you tore me apart the day you let me know i meant nothing to you. i keep my heart at peace by letting myself know i was never in love with you but rather more of the thought of you.
blink twice if you love me, breathe twice if you choose to remember me, the memories and all of the jokes.
but you know i'll go back to you even if you blink only once. i'll walk through every storm, every sad serenade there is to hear if you're out here thinking about me, are you thinking about me?
YOU ARE READING
two or maybe three cents for you
Randomlove is always there with kindness, with flower bouquets and even on leftover letters by someone you lost connections with. love is everywhere and here's me giving two cents, maybe three cents for you.
