fifth of march
The earth has turned 183 times since I met you.
I remember you being so tanned, just standing there
telling me you know who I am.
Since that moment a lot has changed,
love for her however stayed the same.
It breaks my heart everyday to see her in yours eyes,
but love never chooses the easy way, is that right?
empty house, brimful mind
I feel like piece of me has left,
maybe you shouldn’t have gone yet.
I miss the “where are you at” texts.
I want to know what comes next.
The house seems so empty when you left,
wish I didn’t have to feel that.