When you find yourself on the floor
Crying your eyes out, holding your pillow
That still clings of his smell
Wondering what could've gone wrong
If it was you or him
Dreaming what could've happened
If he was still hereYou know you fell in love
With the one who made sure
You fall with your heart
In pieces//k.u
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]