Fashion.Poetry.

Last Kiss, cover by Boyce Avenue

I love this: 

All that I know is that
I don’t know how to be something you miss

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Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There’s not a day when I don’t miss those rude interruptions

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it’s nice where you are

And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed

But I never planned on you changing your mind (making you cry)

But not letting go would be living a lie