You wish you could fly, but why would you leave me here?
Alone.
Cold.
You're everything to me, and when I tried to move on, it only hurt me worse.
But thanks to you, I feel again. I can feel again. It hurts, but you wished I would.
It hurts, but I'd rather hurt than feel nothing.
Because, if you've hurt...
You've just begun to love.
YOU ARE READING
Cover It Up
RandomWhen I'm alone, thoughts come into my head. These thoughts make sentences and sentences stories. I'm going to put them all right here...
