I was so tired of waiting
for your call
your excuses
your motives...
I was already getting used
to this sadness you brough me.
Stumbling on the way to my house
thinking about the only person who
ever made me feel like home.
But it's empty.
I'm homeless.
I'm hollow.
So broken.
I sang 'cause I thought that maybe
you could hear my pain
and say you're sorry...
You never did.
I was so tired of talking to the walls
of my cold apartment...
Just thought I was going crazy
'cause I was madly in love with you
and you left me
with a withered daisy
and no hope.
I was so tired of feeling alone
and forgetable
and replaceble to you,
the one who always made me feel like
everything
and more.
I was trying so hard to comeback
but I realized
that you were not waiting for me
anymore.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
message in a bottle of wine
Poesialittle poems that just pops up in my mind and i feel like sharing with someone