as late as it is,
its another beutifull evening,
if it had been like all other days,
you had been lying next to me.
if love is such a mess,
then why make me fall in it,
because i was fine with the friendship we had,
and the times we lied next to the bed
i dont know if my tears have dried,
or is it that the pain has fully died,
because if i recall my best memories,
was the one's you lied next to me.
now am lost in empty thoughts,
i'm finding my way to the top,
and trust me if i ever do,
i will be fine lying with my true boo.