There is a empty room
A empty spot at the table
An everyday remainder that your not here
It gets worse every single day
Your death anniversary's and birthdays
I don't know if that's just a part of moving on
Love is just a word until you give it meaning
This really is a bunch of sentences that I might make into something later on I'm not sure:-)
YOU ARE READING
Feelings book
CasualeThis is basically just a story about all my life questions. Read if you want I don't care. I might rant when I'm upset about something, sometimes i'll write ideas or songs. Maybe even poetry but this is basically a jumble of shit
