I admit I'm still watching the days go by, it seems like everyone is moving, except me. I can only see how things happen in front of my eyes, people move on with their lives while I'm stuck trying to find a way out of the hole I'm in. It's such a shame that we played strangers.
Sleeping alone is starting to break me down, I can't sleep on your side, I need you by my side, here. I like to think that you're here with me in cold nights, hugging me while you tell me about your dreams and I tell you about mine. You don't know how much I wish that it was real.
But it's time to face the true, you're gone and I'm alone again, all I want is to feel again. And to do that I need to find a reason to feel like everything was meant to be let go, take it slow 'cause I can't be on my own. I hate be dependent, I hate it. But, dear, I guess my life was and probably still is depending on you.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean eyes.
PoesíaMe dijo que no confiara en él, que no esperara algo más de su parte, que resultaría en traición. Pero la niña ingenua quizo creer que era diferente y ahora trata de desahogarse con estupideces.
