Amateur #NaPoWriMo 2015

Bonus: Amateur

There's nothing more to lose, so I just cry.

The tears blur the sight without you from my eyes.

How can one simple word cause so much pain?

Love... it was all in vain.

Its simple meaning is underlying.

Love is really equivalent to crying,

having trouble breathing and

hurting so much you want your life to end.

There was no break from calling out to you,

wishing, hoping, you'll love me too.

How much will my heart bleed until it's exhausted?

Love... it was all I wanted.

Nothing's simple about its meaning.

Love is really equivalent to crying,

having trouble breathing and

hurting so much you want your life to end.

I desperately call out your name,

wishing things are still the same.

But you weren't the one, you were a traveler.

And I didn't know, I was an amateur.

Lyric.