Originally posted by RölandI told myself I won't miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tasteshug_me_please_
Every time I look up towards the sky,
standing on the ground.
I look at it and start to sigh,
and wish I wasn't bound.
But alas if we were meant to fly,
and towards the heavens sing.
God would make us all born,
with wings adored,
and to the heavens fling.
ermm