On a bench swing at sunset.
By the bank of a small river.
On the back porch early in the morning.
At the park in the middle of the night.
On a hill in the dark.
In an empty bedroom at 11:37 pm.
Someone once told me I laugh too much, so I did my best to stop laughing.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
The ones on my wall both hurt and heal.
I miss the feeling of thinking I was in love.
I want someone to hold me.
It was harder than I imagined because I remembered.
Reading what he wrote was like being wrapped in a hug.
If you make friends with yourself, then even when you're alone you won't be lonely.
But I still can't help feeling alone.
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