The fact that I'm still writing about you says a lot,
I still haven't found the perfect shade to paint over your memories,
I am yet to pull down the throne you set on my heart,
I am still learning to see people as they are,
And not how they could be,
Still trying not to write about you,
Whenever I see these scars.
I still haven't found the perfect shade to paint over your memories,
I am yet to pull down the throne you set on my heart,
I am still learning to see people as they are,
And not how they could be,
Still trying not to write about you,
Whenever I see these scars.