i chase the trail you leave behind, praying you'll come back to me, but your feathers are all i find, my tears will fall were ever i be, i yell to you but i know your kind, through my broken heart i see, i loved you and you used me, figuring this out in my mind, i still run and hoping it's you i find.
this is just something from boredom i drew so please comment and critics welcome. thanks for reading
"No one has the right to make you feel like you don't matter"~anonymous