Little girl, they walked all over you
You trembled at their absence while their nearness pierced you through
You called them friends
And built them temples in your chest
They burned their names into the walls
Then left you haunted by the rest.
You would miss my whims
In corners of your mind
Like petals pressed in books
Forgotten by design
Still, their faded fragrance
Would haunt you from behind.
Beyond the bittersweet memories, linger the taste of salt upon my tears,
Like tides returning to the shores of forgotten years,
Yet from an ocean of grief, a pearl appears.
٣ أشياء صارت لي ك مبتدئه بتويتر
١- ضغطت على سبيس كنت احسبه ستوري نفس الانستا و خفت لاني حسبت انها مكالمه
٢- اخاف احط لايكات و احد يشوفها نفس الانستا
٣- اتهاوش مع الناس الي بالمنشن بعقلي لان اسمع بالكنسلة
