Even when I try to move on
My mind holds on to things
Like a worn picture frame
In the ruins of a house
Missing the picture
Yet still has the meaning
Of capturing something forever
You can tell I haven't let you go
When you haunt my dreams
Almost like a bad dream
But how is it a bad dream
If I get to see you look at me
Like you actually love me
For the last time
Because I can't forget how you use to
How is it a bad dream
When I get to see you simile at me
For the first time in what seems like an eternity
Because I can't forget the way you would
How can it possibly be a bad dream
When for a short while
I get to feel like everything isn't falling apart
Because I can't forget how you kept me together
But I always wake up
Reality hits
And the dream becomes a bittersweet mockery
Something I love it the moment
But resent afterwards
How can I go on
When the only time you love me again
Is In my dreams
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A Harbour In Her Heart
De TodoI'm not very good at speaking, so instead, I write. I hope that these words can reach you, even if not in the way that I intended; I just wish that these words can be of some meaning and comfort you when the world is against you. This can get quite...
