Stolen,
Not just from me,
But from you.
Hearts that are meant to beat,
Not breathing,
Stars that are meant to shine,
Not breathing.
Lives that are meant to be lived,
Not breathing.
All is still.
No one quakes.
Sighs are forgotten memories,
For no one is here to relive them.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
