Foxglove.

But you’re just keep torture me

I want to feel secure, too

The ocean, waves, fallen leaves

Misty night, morning rain, sunset

I miss how I can imagine those feelings

Even though I’m not there Was I ever there, before?

You don’t love me

No, you never did

I fall and keep falling

Stone, cold, empty

Dark, no air, curse

It constantly hits me in the head

Those questions…

Happiness, first met, love

Tears, delusions, left behind

I’m not going to ask you, anyway

I just don’t need to care, didn’t I?

Just like what you did from the very first day

—cloudsans

January 16th, 2017 / 11:24