Sunday, September 7, 2014

Hard to be soft, tough to be tender.

When you said "you've been around here lately" i stupidly took it as if i was occupying a space in your mind. As if late at night, your mind still wandered to our late night conversations about music. I stupidly thought that somewhere, deep in the marrow of your bony knees, i was still there, stuck to edge of your thoughts. 

I miss you so much that i can't sleep.

I will never forget your laughter when you spoke, it's still my favorite sound in the world.

No comments:

Post a Comment