Is it that easy to forget,
Closing my eyes, as the world paint itself.
Drifting through my thoughts, the waves getting bigger,
I don't know if I'm able,
To ever forget.
I don't know if I'll be able, to recover.
As I feel sometime right, they're always a piece of me,
That dream of the day,
I'll re-fuse with you.
And I know,
I should not care,
I should be happy to be where I be,
And I know,
I should forget you,
But baby I've been thinking about it
And it's fucking me,
And I know,
But it's hurting me.
It might seem like a fling,
Like a silly things
Sour, becoming bitter,
Blood on the concrete,
I've been burned,
But asked me,
How could I still look at you
With those eyes?
So please tell me,
How is it so easy for you,
To forget about me.
Please tell me,
How are you able,
Not to be woken up
At 2 AM,
Drunk next to your bed,
And not illustrate my face,
In your brain?
Please tell me,
How to erase you
From my head?
Cause it's been hard,
To not give you that space.
To not give you that corner piece
Of my dumb head.
Give you that trophy,
Championship,
Of owning my heart.
And I should not,
Give you those credit,
But I might.
And I might be honest,
I can't forget about you.
So please tell me,
How to forget you baby,
Please tell me,
How to just pretend
You never existed.
YOU ARE READING
ewig, Zwillingsflammen
PoesiaAs the world goes around, as the night skies as not fallen. How can I let down? Karmic feeling. It bugs me to say, I'll never feel anything that strong, never again. [ewig], [everlong] : an event, course of action, feature, etc. that seems as if it...
