Roses are red violets are blue I remember the day you left me with this horrible truth.
You are no longer here.
But I no longer care.
Because the roses have wilted and the violets are dead.
When you are gone my world has tilted
And I'm holding onto this last life line of thread.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
