the ugly writers

Summer

I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway So, I wave my hand as we drift away Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade Oblivious. Yet that's for the better.

DC

But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his She can still see How wonderful he is His face His grace His smile His dimples His mannerisms
gaps

Gaps

He wasn't that far from her, literally. But there was a wide divide between them. Cannot be crossed. Will never be crossed.
00:00 hours

00:00 Hours

I made it at 00:00. Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.
Love Me the ugly writers

Love Me

what's the use of dreaming one thing I'm sure it's true at least in my dreams I'm feeling that someday you'll love me too