Cry like you Forgot You ,They Flee from Me & Him and her.

I’m sure that you cry there like I cry for you…
You miss me like I miss you…
You need me like I need you…
You want to talk to me like I need to talk to you…
Your heart beat for me like my heart beat for you…
Then why this unwanted distance darling…
It’s frustrating, and I don’t want to live this shit life…
I am heartbroken and grieving…
Come and take me with you, Honey…
All I want is sleep and wake up next to you…

2. Forgot You

I try to forget your name..
forget your face…
forget your laugh..
forget your sound…
forget your jokes..
forget your advice..
forget your care..
forget your love
and try to forget you completely..
But after all it’s like I forget myself instead..
What shall I do without you??
You are my everything and I put all my hope on you..
Please baby come again and hug me tightly,
then I never allow you to go away…

1. They Flee from Me, by Sir Thomas Wyatt

They flee from me that sometime did me seek

With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild and do not remember

That sometime they put themself in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

2. Mariana, by Alfred Lord Tennyson

With blackest moss the flower-plots

Were thickly crusted, one and all:

The rusted nails fell from the knots

That held the pear to the gable-wall.

The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:

Unlifted was the clinking latch;

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch

Upon the lonely moated grange.

She only said, "My life is dreary,

He cometh not," she said;

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;

She could not look on the sweet heaven,

Either at morn or eventide.

After the flitting of the bats,

When thickest dark did trance the sky,

She drew her casement-curtain by,

And glanced athwart the glooming flats.

She only said, "The night is dreary,

He cometh not," she said;

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead!"

1. They Flee from Me

They flee from me that sometime did me seek

With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild and do not remember

That sometime they put themself in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

2. Him and her.

With blackest moss the flower-plots

Were thickly crusted, one and all:

The rusted nails fell from the knots

That held the pear to the gable-wall.The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:

Unlifted was the clinking latch;

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch

Upon the lonely moated grange.

She only said, "My life is dreary,

He cometh not," she said;

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;

She could not look on the sweet heaven,

Either at morn or eventide.

After the flitting of the bats,

When thickest dark did trance the sky,

She drew her casement-curtain by,

And glanced athwart the glooming flats.

She only said, "The night is dreary,

He cometh not," she said;

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead!"