even perfect promises can be broken
lovers fade to strangers
i believed that when your love for me ran out
i'd be stuck, stagnant, without direction or purpose
somehow, i carry on alone
your letters are forever etched on my skin,
but not as permanent as your memories.
somehow, i carry on alone
your letters are forever etched on my skin,
but not as permanent as your memories.
1 comment:
i really hope things are okay. this one is so painfully sad.
*hug*
message me if you need anything.
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