Everything is finally over..
It doesn't hit me until, I feel the cold breeze on my skin, and your not there to make me feel warm; to give me a hug
When I play our song and your not there to sing along with me
Not hearing your voice, makes the world so quiet
No one's making a sound, it was only us
Now it's only me with nothing left
YOU ARE READING
A love Poem to The girl I use to know
Short StoryIt was just him and her against the world but she left And now its just him
