February 25, 2013 by Wayne.
Looking for: empty conversations to keep me company
I’ll always claim I didn’t see you coming, though you were the setting sun sliding off my carpet while i sat alone in the middle of the room,
saying i will never regret meeting you and you were the single truth in the lies that make up my life,
that i want to discover loss and make a plan that will never die off and find the perfect song to remember you by