Under this worn out night,
darkness; a star filled lullaby,
wanna sleep without thinking of you,
since you don't seem to be mine.
Honey, I know
it's not anyone's fault.
That we don't own our hearts,
nor the feelings we born for others.
Had a dream about you,
we were cuddling against the coldness of night.
You were holding my hand,
could I call it our destiny?
Oh, how I wish
to forget every ounce of your memory.
But these feelings are a maze,
that I can't flee from your thoughts,
nor my tragic story.
Yes, you did set a fire in my heart,
and now these embers sparkle as remains,
and I wonder, whether to burn your void away,
or that place where I kept you, till it got scarred.
What more can I do?
I wasn't the one.
But memorable was it, the past we created,
and I'll keep them closer, if I can.
Because, as I said,
it ain't anyone's fault,
that you felt they were the one,
and I couldn't fit to be yours.
❦
...and what more could you do, knowing you've fallen for someone you can't possibly have?...
