And if God doesn't want to talk to you,
If Jesus doesn't wanna hold your hand,
If age was just a number to them,
Then I swear our summers will never fade away.
Because even though they chose you had to die four years ago,
Spread on a hospital bed, like the cross you were destined to become;
Stripped out of the youth we once hoped to turn into dreams and memories;
They will never take you away from me.
Because I still miss you.
I do.
I will always miss you.
~Eleni🦄~
YOU ARE READING
«Never Really Over.»
Thơ ca"On days like this I am a rainbow. Only this rainbow is black and white. If you follow me you will most certainly not find a pot of gold, dancing leprechauns and unicorns. This. Rainbow. Is. A Dead. End."
