Au Sud de Sunset Boulevard

Réflexions sur la vie, l'amour, des choses qui me font rester la nuit. . . objectifs, rêves, réalités que je n'ose pas avouer.

You miss me

he texts, never being gracious enough to hear my voice

Miss you

Hey Beautiful

is this a joke?

What are you missing? Because I’m missing the piece of my heart that broke off with your hateful words.

You say all the right things and do none of them. You got under my radar once.

Miss me? But how. I trusted you with my heart and you dropped it.

Miss you … I cried like a fountain for the wisdom I’ve earned this time around

walking out that door was easy for you, and with ease you can move on

sometimes I envy that about you, how you can say one thing to lighten up my heart and not follow through, like nothing

those words, no longer do they have any weight on me

dead are the words you say to me now, for they are not even words they are electronic messages that are never materialized the way real words should

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