I’m just weak now. I use to be so beautiful, strong and someone that shined. Now I’m just dimmed and forgotten about. A star without its shine. A star that stopped doing its purpose in life. I’m a fallen star in a nights sky, is that even in the slightest way alright.
I’m not the most thought about person to say the least. I’m probably thought about once or twice a day by one or two people. I’m the darkest of black and greys and colorfulest of blues and greens, sometimes I can be pink and red too. I have so many different keys and strings and sounds, you might get lost in me. Chase me, face me, taste me but don’t replace me, that’s impossible. I’m my worst nightmare but best dream, I’m a fantasy that you can’t reach. You might not care to wanna get to know me but I promise it will be the best thing you ever did.
(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via unddderthe-moonlight)
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.