As moments keep on fading
And time keep on slipping bye
More and more confused
I am left wondering
My heart and mind are at war
A war I know nothing about
I am only a victim
Maybe I started the war
The moment I fell in love with her
Maybe I was waiting for it all
Only that the dates were shelved
Maybe she fell out of love
And her feelings flew away like a dove
But I was too blind to notice
BecauseI have eyes for her only
Maybe she doesn't like me anymore
The colour of my ink
My ever flowing ink
Which best defines me
The way I pin down thoughts on paper
And hang my feelingd on the sky
Maybe she hates roses
The bright yellow ones
I pluck daily for her
While they are still fresh and attractive
With a scent to kill for
That left her feelings for me dead
Maybe she doesn't like me thinking about her
The way I idolize her
The way her pictures are glued on my mind
The way she is tatooed on my heart
The way I only see my future on her
The way my heart beats for her
Maybe she is tired
Tired of being in love
Tired of having a relationship
Tired of pretending to be in love
Tired of having a loving boyfriend
Tired of everything and everyone
Maybe you are just another boy
Hopelessly in love
Thinking you found love with her
Another boy on her many stories
Not important to even have a chapter
But only a page half written with a poor handwritting
Maybe its time to walk away
To walk away while there is still strenght to crawl
Or maybe hang on there a little longer
Just maybe
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
