Empty Apartment.
Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:20 AM
I'm in your room, fixing things up. I know how particular you are with how you arrange your shirts, your CD's, your shoes, your books. Your mom doesn't really know that but I do.
Last night, I laid on your bed. I smelled your pillows. Sadly, your scent ain't there anymore. I wished you would come and visit me. I slept semi-consciously, waiting for you to hug me from behind and kiss my hair just like how you used to when you'd find me asleep on the couch, waiting for you. But you never came. And at around 4 in the morning, I cried.
I missed you so much Kiks, this apartment isn't as alive as when you were still around.
Last night, I laid on your bed. I smelled your pillows. Sadly, your scent ain't there anymore. I wished you would come and visit me. I slept semi-consciously, waiting for you to hug me from behind and kiss my hair just like how you used to when you'd find me asleep on the couch, waiting for you. But you never came. And at around 4 in the morning, I cried.
I missed you so much Kiks, this apartment isn't as alive as when you were still around.
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