• alyssaardytte 15w

    When you're gone,
    My whole life is a portrait of sunset,
    I'm stuck between long days and restless nights,
    My world stops revolving,
    As it lost its orbit,
    And found the absence of gravity,
    I fell to nothingness
    Hallow and cold
    Fading away
    Trying to float to where you are,
    But when you're gone,
    Little is the probability of finding you to the universe of strangers.
    ©alyssaardytte