One day, thinking how we could have been. You once told me I had bad timing. All I needed to know was when. One day you played me like the fool I was simply just because. Now all that comes to mind is the game you played and how I was always to blame. To this day I never have understood why you toiled with my emotions as if you thought I was Superman and, nothing could pierce my chest, not even simple words. One day you placed me on a pedestal like I was too good for you, but yet when I was down you picked me back up just to throw me back down again. Why did you do what you did? I'm not living in the past anymore because you along with myself have changed in almost every way. Although the fact that I do care has yet remained. One day I guess you could say, I'm just waiting for you to see the good in me and realize what you do to me when you're not around. Chances are what life is all about, taking them while missing others. I've missed my fair share, but seeing you happy is more important to me than breathing the air. One day I'll be able to prove to you all that I tried once upon a time. But if that "one day" does appear just over the horizon, I will show you each and every day just how much you mean to me.
sometimes love is a record with a discrete entry arranged by emotional
reporting on what has happened over the course of a relationship,
all that concerns, that drenches thoughts, with no coming down,
such is a strong affection and personal attachment to those the heart
holds closest, this prose is heart toucing and artistic, great work ^_^
sometimes love is a record with a discrete entry arranged by emotional
reporting on what has happened over the course of a relationship,
all that concerns, that drenches thoughts, with no coming down,
such is a strong affection and personal attachment to those the heart
holds closest, this prose is heart toucing and artistic, great work ^_^