Ages can be a complicated matter
He's in his mid 50s out there, presumably living like he's in his 30s
And I am in my early 40s, feeling as if I am a 90 year old virgin by now
Still grieving for an empty promise
As if he was lost at war...
And in more than one ways, he was...
I am still trying to accept this utterly unfair, cold like death, fact
My heart has had this weird pain since yesterday
It's random like my whole life, I guess
I will survive
I have no sleep
I am just laying here, still awake
My cheeks are red
Tears are rolling involuntarily from my eyes
I never want to feel this way in my life ever again...
And yet...
I do know that
This heartbreak is the only testament I have left as proof to the stars that
I have loved wholeheartedly
Presumably, that by itself
Is something
I'd still prefer to believe that
In a way
Everything is meaningful...
All of it...
I guess it is of little significance
It is all what it is
And nothing can take my tears back
What's done is done.
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