keepitinside
Spaces between
[Luna Harley]
Hearing the rain fall down
And slowly i'm, folding the paper
And sealing it for later
When you come around
I will be around
[keepitinside]
I hate it when you’re gone
Life seems to get along
I’m holding onto all your sweaters
I think of you in past tense
Wishing this would make sense
Knowing that I won’t be better