Wow, it been a very long time here
Hello steemians, after what seems like eternity I wrote something 馃槆
This is a prose about love and hurt, hope you like it
Like a second skin
I'm attached to you
Detaching you wasn't an option
But of choice it was birth
The wound seems fresh
The sour still bleeds
Salt sprinkled, it leaves a scar
A large scar with memories
Read between the lines
Lies and deceit is all I hear
From 'em
But you aren't like 'em
For all your words I believe
Why does letting go seems uneasy
Why does love seems uneasy
Why does why, why?
The memory of your gaze
It haze down my fear
The memory of your laugh
Makes me laugh and cry
The memory of you
Sends a slurry signal down my spine
When shall I recover?
This year?
Two moons?
Three market day?
Thanks for reading...
This is the usual me reminding you to # Be you!
Four leap year!
