Thu, 09/18/2014 - 20:05 -- meowlli
I lay on my solitary bed,
imagining the galaxy hidden
on the back of your head,
but that place has been forbidden.
Now I just contemplate my ceiling,
over-thinking your departure,
why couldn't you have forgiven
all my disastrous mistakes?
I left my darkened soul, on bed,
waiting for you to come back.
But I guess that desire is absurd,
and I have missed you so much
that now, my whole existence aches.


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