10-04-2017, 01:05 PM
I don't know our love anymore.
It walked out the door before you
and left me standing in this room.
Every breath is our last together,
as stale as dust on the wooden floor
and our portrait, still on the dresser.
It walked out the door before you
and left me standing in this room.
Every breath is our last together,
as stale as dust on the wooden floor
and our portrait, still on the dresser.