Mind full of thoughts heart full of pain, spending all my time thinking of what will never be the same. Paper crumbled in balls, pictures ripped off the walls, tears on my bed nothing inside my head except for all the memories I wish wouldn't be there! Scents still in the air, dead flowers everywhere poems, letters, notes all kept in a little box. Wish I could speak and wouldn't get so darn weak at the thought of being in your arms you're over me so why can't I seem to just move on?
December 18, 2011