My lady, that's how you call me.
It's ironic how you call me that way.
I'm not yours for you to call me that anyway.
For I am just a girl you've once lost.
Oh forget about that it just happened long time ago.
Nothing but just six years ago.
It's nice for me to hear you call me, I'm yours.
But the sad fact hurts me now, now that I can't be yours.
I owned by someone now.
I was somebody's lady now.
I can't be your lady now.
My lady, the way you utterly said it.
I mean, the way you made me feel about it.
It's just like you own me, I AM YOUR LADY.
Am I your lady? Yes, but somehow we're not meant to be.
Maybe in your dreams I could be yours.
But we're living in the reality.
The next day we wake up,
And the dream has to stop.
Reality bites comes up.
We're haunted by our past.
As to what we thought it already last.
Then back to reality, you're not mine.
Either you too, I'm not yours.
May 19, 2016
03:05 A.M.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryThese are words, my words that was left unsaid. Its about falling and hanging for someone, losing and regretting, somehow a feelings that still kept haunting me. Above all, a love that never really was. I dedicated this to someone: the one I REJECTE...
