“I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.”

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

I wish I had a time-turner so that I could spend a little more time with you. You left too soon, you left too fast.

I need a break from myself. Let me exist with you.

Her image flickered all night in my tear-filled eyes.

Her memories cripple me at night.

My streets are missing your visits.