I miss you
Sometimes, when I see something and laugh and think to show you,
Then I realize
We're not who we use to be
I miss you
Sometimes when old pictures of us pop up
Then I realize we're not who we use to be
I miss you
Sometimes, because when I said sometimes
I fucking lied,
I miss you all the time
But then I realize
You're not who you use to be
I miss you when It was
You& me
YOU ARE READING
if you're reading this..
Poesíain the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
