BEE.

Looking forward__

I can walk on broken glass.

Truth

WHEN YOU HAVE A CHANCE, JUST REMEMBER YOU MIGHT NEVER GET IT BACK…

Whisper.

It was the month of May, that I wish you’d stay.

Good, I thought we had.

You left me without an explination. Without a single word.

You told me to wait, that our time will come, 

But I no longer want to “wait”.

It’s my turn to let go of something I never had.

I’m not going to lie, I miss you.

After tonight, you are just a whisper to me.