i had a friend.
someone that i am so glad i met. we talked for hours, laughed, cried, and chatted until three o'clock in the morning.
we shared things, that i we've never shared with anyone else.
our relationship was in reverse, we new the deepest things about each other before we knew what shows we liked to watch.
we talked for months, things got a little rocky sometimes but we still stuck together.
then out chats became shorter, our connection got weaker.
isn't it a shame people drift apart?
i miss you, so much even though you are only a button away.
written 1•15•17
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
