December 2nd - what i am
I am beautiful and healed
I wonder if I ever cross your mind
I hear the wind telling me “get over it”
I see the love you give her that I never recieved
I want to feel your touch on my skin again
I am beautiful and healed
I pretend to see you again one day
I feel your heartbeat against mine
I touch your skin just like how you used to touch mine
I worry you’re going to leave again
I cry imagining life without you
I pretend to see you again one day
I understand you’re happier with her
I say it’s okay and I’m happy for you
I dream about the memories
I try to move on
I hope you find a girl who loved you like I did
I am beautiful and healed
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