I try to think of a word that is closest to love and the only thing that comes to my mind is your name
I try to imagine what i would say if our paths ever crossed again but i keep drawing a blank
I've forgotten what it was like to feel the sun on my skin without worrying that it could hurt me
I've stopped throwing myself from cliffs, with my arms in the air, waiting for the splash below
Everyday i look in the mirror and i see more and more of my mother's face staring back at me
Everyday i measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been
I find a photograph of you and wonder when I'll stop hoping
I stare at the clock, with its slow methodical hands and dread the day when I'll know it's too late
— "waiting", Memories by Lang Leav
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Poésiewhen all came crashing down you were there to save me when i felt like feeling nothing you were there to make sadness flee but i should have known that when i stood at the end of the track you would never begin your journey because when I woke up an...
