Aches in my heart, Speaks when I see you.
Cold breeze hits through my face as it is the nostalgia.
Noises are all around here, Yet I can't hear anything.
All I can hear is your voice, telling my name.
💫🌹🦋💫
Someone was capable of opening your heart,
Which reminds me of my inability to be loved~not by anyone, but by you.
Vestiges all over my heart, wounding and feeding...