14 October 2014

I wanna hide the truth

You were broken glass but I still touched you even though I knew I would get hurt.

I don't know what's more tragic, that I keep looking for you everywhere I go, or that you're never there.

'I need you to tell me it's okay' she whispered, but the only thing she got int return was silence.


1 comment:

Simone said...

Va fint du har skrivit! :)