I still remember sitting alone on the staircase talking to myself. Sometimes I wonder, is it just me? Or do people go through this phase of not being able to make any friends? Man, I really miss that staircase. He sat with me, my friend; the one I couldn’t see but talk to, the one … Continue reading And my mind rambles on.
I hurt you, because I didn't want to I loved you, because I don't have to I chased you, because I can't stand you I lost you, because I always loved you
The world to her Was full of butterflies All she could do was chase Gone were they Within the blink of an eye