Sunday, August 15
- i buried my face in my hands,
but i still see you
sense you
smell you
hear you
in my ears, i felt you.
i thought i have you
with me
butterflies smiling at me.
till it hit me.
shredded pieces of beautiful things
they fluttered off with broken wings.
how did i loose you?
it pains me to miss you.
my eyes,
blinded without you.
so i bury my face in my hands,
and i still see you
sense you
hear you
smell you
in my ears i still feel you.
background + stina nordanstam
little star
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