I wonder if my photo is still in your wallet
Because the photo of us in mine has been turned away, showing nothingness.
I wonder if you still smell the same
Because the shirt you gave me was washed away and I can't remember your scent, no matter how hard I try.
I wonder if I still linger around in your thoughts like an old ghost
Because images of you are tying up my brain, my heart, my entire soul.
I'm desperately trying to set free but I can't let myself go. It's like a noose I brought myself into.
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