Nothing...
Nothing exciting...

Tomorrow, I will no longer hurt
Tomorrow, Your name will be a distant memory...

The smile that lit up my always saddened face
It pains to think of you...

Everything seems dry and parched now
No light, no hope, just a tundra of emotions...

Each layer is forcefully and unwilling ripped from...
Leaving me red, swollen, bleeding and blotchy...

I've have never experienced that bubbly love that...
Stolen kisses...

Is that I'm not meant to have fairy tale kinda...
Or am I meant to suffer in silence...

Wherever you are, I miss you.
I miss the simple but overwhelming joy...

The sun seems less warmer
The rain seems less wetter...