Prurient
Memory Repeating
i woke up todaynot to trainsbut to the mowing of a lawni woke up not to youbut only me alonethings are different hereit's hard to believeonly hours agoi was laughingreflectingyour smilesearching foror hiding the wordsnot to ruin everythingi miss you nowi taste your memory repeatingi knew it would be hardapart againbut is there any way to prepare for longing?
From Letras Mania