It's You

 

The little thorn had scratched up old wounds which will return once was
Sick indeed, but who now feels that

The word "apparent, the promise of" beautiful
Piercing soul and just disappeared
Without greeting without even a wave

Yes let it stay like this, if it can make you happy
And let me continue to pretend
UNDERSTAND AND NOT HURT LIKE

And suppose it had never gone
Will continue to look after who knows how long

"Prayers WILL ALWAYS BE MY WITH YOU"
Remember me if you miss me. .

By: Fipuma