BROKEN
To move on is our first intention
When we had experienced frustration.
Blaming ourselves for giving everything
And yet, we don't receive anything.
Leaving most of his pictures cut,
Putting them all in a pot.
Then set them on a fire later,
Believing that you'll forget faster.
Spending much of your time in crying,
Then you'll see yourself almost dying.
You even threw all of his letters,
Hoping that you will feel better.
But deep inside, it's truly broken
And half of yourself is taken.
So how could you say that it's over,
If you still want to hold him forever?
