I used to watch the sunset
Picking flowers for now ex lovers
Discarded letters like petals
She loves me. She loves me not
I used to bottle our heartbeats like fireflies
Playing them back on those quiet days
where sun meets horizon
You used to offer me your lips
As if there was more to it than just a kiss
As if those Jigsaw hips weren't just
Designed to intertwine with these forlorn fingertips
And I wonder...
Where have you been?
photography: http://thillyliv.deviantart.com/
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