一旦你来了,一切都变得丰富多彩,但现在我再也看不到了。

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I miss it, don't I?


did I really do all that

was it like you said it was

should I be concerned of actions

or only just the cause


why do all the wrongs only birth the right

is it the absence that will erase our plight

the only solid question here is most significant 

reinforced with a mark is proved "ambivalent" 


to answer that one question with straightforwardness 

do I really want the answer to shoot so close to miss


was it what I thought it was

is love really this

do we fall just for the pain

or the madness of a kiss


I just wanted to love you like I have not loved before

surely, they did not describe it to be something we fall for

  

it only exists with the both of us

but I'm holding on too tight

you bend and break the will of mind

what is wrong and what is right


the words can show no use no more

so might as well let go

but part of me is holding on 

and part of me will know


I'm sorry and I'm sorry but I cannot tell a lie

you were right and you were right but it still hurts to cry


if heaven is atop a mountain

id strive to take you there

if love was actually a game

then of course id play fair


I promise to stay numb just for you to breathe

if I take all of the blame, then maybe you won't leave


vulnerability is a start of reason

its the birth of war

I used it for the sake of love

but its just how I tore


call it out and shout my name

creep into my life again

pretend that we are built to love

ill jump, you'll say when


smile with your eyes just one more time and maybe ill feel alright

cry inside those hands of yours because of my foresight       


I convinced myself to let it show

just so you can see 

if I create all this chaos 

and if the problem was me


back to those lucid dreams 

where I want to see you

but its stuck in the past

when I didn't bid adieu 


if this is everything and forever 

then I guess those words don't exist

maybe love is invincible 

impossible to resist



im happy to have written

the ode to you and to you

the words are all in order 

about everything we went through


maybe we fall apart

just to fix ourselves again

maybe I won't see it now,

but, (I hope) I'll see you then




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