No return of memorys
I picked up all you things and put them in a box.
I was going to send them back to you,
all those things you gave me when you promised I was the only thing you needed.
courtney peppernell pillow toughts
And then I realized I can´t put every kiss in the box or return every "i love you".
I can´t return every i held you or unwrite every letter I wrote you.
I can´t undo every time I touched you or unhear the way you said my name.
I can´t send back every "you are my cuddleotter" because things will never be the same.
What am i going to do with all these things if i can never pack them away?
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