Bellissima
The day finally came, when we need to move from this place, I was told to pack everything I knew, into a little suitcase, The lease ran out, on the quirks that brought us face to face, And we would
Pygmalion
I look for things more often, when they are ones I cannot see, I know they were, because they are so clear in my mind, And once visible, my mind refuses to merely let them be, It pushes me to
Missing
There are few who can really lay claim to knowing missing you, I need not prove it, when I say I belong to the missing few, Because I am one of the few, who tried getting away from you, Only