And all of the things that we once said,
Are not in my heart, they're in my head
That was the time to say goodbye
Let's put it to rest, yeah, let it die.
-Kodaline, Talk.
But darling, you are standing there
You run your fingers through your hair
You walk right past me, You don't care
You ignore my tears, you avoid my stare.
But darling, life is an empty place
We forget each other without a trace
But no matter how much I give us space
My heart refuses to forget your face.
But darling, my soul is an empty thing
It does not laugh, it does not sing
And wounds they hurt, and scars they sting
So don't tell me I was just a fling.
But darling, tell me, how have you been?
Your memories are not growing dim
Don't ask me to forget you, I cannot
My heart still weeps from the pain you wrought.
But darling, they say that life is too short
That with a frown your features will distort
I didn't understand, I think I was blind
For you powered on, and left me behind.
But darling in my mind I know
That you and I have miles to go
And maybe through the flame and snow
In spite it all you will love me so.
Because sometimes- words, they are not enough. What letters cannot do, poetry might. Though I don't know why I care. I think I am scared to know. Declan Nicholas Hunter, what have you done to me..
-June.
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June.
Short Story[COMPLETED] Dear June, Deep breaths. Count to ten. Take a step. Take another step. You can do this. You've got this. Just breathe. What happened to you? Was it the pressure? Was it the depression? Was it the loneliness? What was it? Do you know, or...
