outside was an angel
leaning over you
noticing everything hanging from your proud expression
never seeing behind it
it never existed
washed away
by the sadness
like a memory of someone who loved you
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
