I have never grown this cold
after you, everything feels old
I could never talk to you
you left whenever you screw
I tried to reach you,
knowing that I couldn't stand
now, you the dead hand
but you were my homeland
eyes filled with pure rain
it's like I'm chained to eternal pain
all the things you've said and done
are path for me to grow and run
and you were my loved one
losing you is my biggest regret
wish I didn't see you as a cruel threat
the more I get mad
the more I get sad
I couldn't learn how to be glad
you are a sinner in this terrene
If you weren't mean like you always been
I wouldn't chase after you
to be loved and seen
I cried out loud for days
hoping to see your harsh face
I waited for you to come back
but the only thing that I get
the blues of this lack
- Author: esrathedumbies ( Offline)
- Published: February 9th, 2024 10:42
- Category: Letter
- Views: 5
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