Jul 7
rooftops are where you forgot about me.
you were up so high—
you didn't think to look down at my face.
while you were on rooftops,
i was kneeling on the ground,
wondering when you'd return.
but you simply glanced over the precipice,
knowing full well, that
you were never coming back.
you were up so high—
you didn't think to look down at my face.
while you were on rooftops,
i was kneeling on the ground,
wondering when you'd return.
but you simply glanced over the precipice,
knowing full well, that
you were never coming back.
A close friend of mine spent 4th of July watching fireworks with her other friend on his rooftop. Her not celebrating the holiday with me hurt me more than I care to admit.
Written by
Riannon without the H
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