The way I used to feel,
The way I used to see,
The way I used to lean
Onto you
Through my problems
Or through yours.
The way you said my name
I hate it-no
I love it
Still do.
Ridiculous,
Call it what you want
It's a history I can't forget
Which put me in a mystery
I can't solve.
What we had
Was a lie,
What we had
Was a myth.
What we had
Was in my head
All composed
With details
Smaller than
What you felt for me.
True,
Isn't it
Or is it not.
Why did you
No,
Why did I
Waste my First
Waste my Last
Waste my everything in between
To something
I thought existed
Between
The covers-at least.
Time
Rushes out
Like water
That flowed
Through me
When I saw you
When I felt you
When i tasted you
Through the grips
I had in between.
You saw it too
You felt it too
You said it too
That you loved me
With you heart
Mind
Body
Soul
And above all
With what existed
After the fight
For life
For life
Indeed
Or
Was it a fight for
Money
Pleasure
Fame
Or
Was it for
ME
- Author: blackpearl ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2024 06:42
- Category: Sad
- Views: 10
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