And I now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
And I became nothing when I found out you were dead
When I found out I'd never see you again
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
And I became nothing when I found out you were dead
When I found out I'd never see you again
l7rules:
i hope this is just a poem 
a real written one 
a real written one 
cunninglinquist:
a photograph and the memories, he will live on in your mind, forever