Flowers have lost their beauty.
Holidays can never be the same.
Sleep is now not what it was once.
Dreams ruin what was once a reality.
Showing you what you once had.
Waking up and knowing its gone.
Jewelry not just being a twinkling accessories
A shirt losing it's sent.
Now only a memory.
This sad piece reminds me of a John Mayer song:
ReplyDeleteWhen you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering, "Was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?"
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....