Poems and Other Things

Random 011

i was once in love with writing what my mind imagines,
until one day, it left me with nothing but pain
so, even if it hurts, i write while my tears are falling
because i can't be weak in front of them
so i'd rather type these sad feelings away
hoping the storm would just pass and go
leaving with no damages but i just know it won't

I was once in love with writing happy endings
My heart was young and I kept on dreaming
Wondering where and when will I find my prince charming

But years passed
And I got old
And my heart got cold
And my dreams? I already forgot.
And the hopes of meeting a prince? Never mind.