Wow found a poem that's fitting to my predicament. Given that the grammar is flawed, the meaning surfaced nevertheless.
| There are things that better left unsaid, don't even wonder why, it's all over and gone. Close your ears on those thoughts in your head, and say you didn't love me, say i'm not the one. I'm over it, even dreaming of you every day, is not the high light of my days any more. I'm through with it, and i've walked away, i knew i had to before my heart gets soar. Just like swimming in a sea, and knowing that it never had a shore. It's the way you've lived in me, and the way you spread in me with no cure. Do you want the real story or the lie? yes, i'm still in love with you despairdly. But i've learned not to cry, and to get by with this fact endessly. I can't get over it just because you don't want me to, you just want me on the side to beautifully shine. You weren't fair to me like i was to you, you still give me hope though you're not even mine. I've locked you in and i threw the key, don't give me hope and don't say it in my face. Why do i feel like you're coming back to me, why every sweet thing in my life is gone without a trace? |
