• heart I look up and down.
    The person who use to fill your shoes,
    is no where to be found.

    I search and search.
    I grow tired and week.
    The one I loved is gone.

    Your smell still fills the air.
    I still see you when I close my eyes.
    Why is finding you so hard?

    I have no proof you ever existed.
    Mabey you were just a dream.
    Mabey I am just crazy.

    But as I lay,
    I hold your old shirt next to my chest,
    and the pictures of your sibilings.

    By then I realize that if I am going crazy,
    I have evidence to say I might be wrong,
    for I have proof in the place I thought had been tricking me of you,

    MY IMAGINATION! heart