I see scars beneath the smooth skin left behind by her kisses I see tear marks from the last night's memory shower I see eyes that were sleep deprived for no time I remember I see her smiling and waving at me for the one last time The truth is I see a broken mirror,but that was actually me shattered!
I was writing for days! From pain to pleasure tried measuring 'em all with words. All of a sudden I left writing... that does mean I've lost my senses or my stories!? The Imperfect me had stories of life and the perfect me has nothing but senses!