As I lay on my bed and
Think about the past days
I realise I can still feel all of it,
All of the good times.
The bad times have lost their grip
And I have become numb.
Numb with the fact that
your arms aren't around anymore!
I suddenly get butterflies in my stomach
With the sight of the picture of warm hug.
All of it I had erased over the disk,
But how in life I plan to erase it from
I hardly know.
You my dear will always be a part of me
In my every sense I still retain thee.
