Our little infinity turns to dust
For this time ain't for us
I don't know why or what
But it's better we're both apart
I can't write again
If it's about you then
Don't mean you to be offend
Cause after all it ends
It's time for a new subject
As poet, I need to disconnect
Some must live while others dead
For I can't be happy and pretend
For all the late-night talks and call
I was been happier and a fool
Admiring how well you played your cool
It's your guitars tune and voice, I fall
You love songs if its rock
Unique taste leaving me in shock
Adding the way, you pluck
Your guitar strings can't track
I love songs as you do
Music reminds me of you
Our lyrics turn to blue
I need to replace it with new
-shen
YOU ARE READING
The End of Us
PoetryI write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead ...
