Missing
Lorraine
Walking in the hallway, Searching for my own way, There i see your room that has decay. Standing between your door, There i see a picture ive never seen before. As i enter your room i felt shivers, The atmosphere is full of whispers. Memories went back in time, I remember when you were mine. Tears is streaming down on my face, I remember why i left this place. I walk towards our bed, I still remember when you lay on my head. There i see the picture of both us while were out there seeking adventures, I saw pain in your eyes and every pressure. The way you smile makes me the happiest girl in the world, The way i see you in pain my world become shallow. Without you i cant imagine my life, Cause your the kind of guy i want in my life. Your my half, And im your whole. Im your Sun And your my moon. But without you my life isnt a whole. ~QUOTE~ "Memories is our picture in life.Its all about remembering the past and live for the present".-LorraineX
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Mysterious
That's so heart touching and beautiful 💓💓💓
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