Losing a close friend is melancholic.
You feel the soul sucked out of your body, bit-by-bit.
Losing a close friend is like death itself.
The strength of a mother!
When you see me, I can’t help but giggle.
Like a child who wakes up in her own bed:
This feels like home again
I am thankful for the open doorthat leads to the lies you tell mein the dark
When Life throws unexpected happenings your way
With every tick of the clockThe pain grows more and moreUntil it consumes all of me, and I’m gone
How lovely yet strange this crazy phenomenonis, love they call it
For insincere apologies and unchanged behavior