The pain of losing someone you love... you chose to love... is unbearable.
The burning bitterness down my throat is needed. The vigorous smell spread across my dry lips as I wait...
And wait...
And wait...
For you to come back.
But, nevertheless, you are gone.
And now, so am I.
YOU ARE READING
When the mind flows...
RandomMy mind is filled with thoughts. This is where I put them. In an orderly fashion.
