JaneBee

Emerald I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph… Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that ripped it apart. I can't write without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind. Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that pushed them away. It's really cold in here, nowadays. My bedroom never seems to warm up when you're not in it. And the sun never seems to shine nearly as bright. It's really lonely in here, nowadays. The days just seem to drag by. I miss you, you know… You were always the light that drove my darkness away. You made me write. Made me sing.