the wind running it's hand through my hair,
and the waves folding over my feet,
Even aspects of nature are reminding me of you, you were that magical and exceptional.
my tears are trying their best to stay in place cause they know I'm an ugly crier,
Cracking my knuckles just to distract myself with the sound,
I grabbed my hot cup of tea as soon as I ordered it hoping I'd burn my hand, cause I'm sure it would hurt less,
And there's me holding on for dear life and trying my best to process that you're not around anymore because everywhere I go I still feel your presence.
