Category: Writers Block
Though the door has closed, I'll never forget you.
You've left but aren't really gone.
Your in thoughts that wake me from sweet slumber,
you're under my skin.
Where ever I go people see you, in the things that I say or subconsciously do.
your essence lingers like my shadow.
When I look into the mirror of my mind,
it's your reflection I see.
Did I love you? Count the pieces of my heart.
Will I miss you? when times reveals that you are really gone.
damn Maria, that's so pretty.