Could you even begin to describe this?
A lover’s paradise turned to ash.
And oh if these walls could talk my dear.
They would echo our love.
What do you think it feels like to say goodbye for the last time?
I love you just doesn’t cut it when you’re gone forever.
You’ve been gone now.
And I am a sluggard. A do nothing.
I await a creeping death.
I cannot feel you here anymore.
Your smell has left the sweatshirt you gave me.
And I still wonder all the time.
How it would be to hear your love again.
IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I SAW THIS POST I’M SO HAPPY