I try to mend the hole with a quick fix
But the more people I meet,
the more sunsets I watch with strangers,
the more I miss her.
Because nobody can make my heart beat the same
Hearts molded together
beating to each other's words.
Words I've never used before,
words I haven't meant since then,
words that make the world go round
Stupid, stupid
I wish I met her...
At the very least,
it's all still for her
-P.K.
The more people I meet, the more I realize you were the best thing to exist.
This is beautiful in so many ways. I've read this so many times!