Empty Phone
"...It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the moon. But not you. I have seen sunsets and sun rises but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small they can pass through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Without your beauty to direct its light to, my heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope daits me, its what gets me through the day, especially through the night. Hope that once you are gone from my sight,it will not be the last time I look upon you. With all the love I possess, I remain yours..."
Words describe my feelings, a month is a week, beauty is handsomness, but all in all it is the same.
Words describe my feelings, a month is a week, beauty is handsomness, but all in all it is the same.