Empty
My heart is like a blackboard and I want it to to be more like it's colour, like one of those big, pink rubbery erasers, so I can erase all those memories of what I thought was love, all the words I took so seriously, all the feelings I still have, and obliterate it all leaving nothing more than an empty, black space...
1 Comments:
i love your writing. ils sont stupéfiant. VOUS êtes stupéfiant. ill be going back from time to time for some more.
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