"dysfuctionally inspired"

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

posted by fries @ 2:30:00 PM
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