I felt guilty when I lied.
And my remorse is so heavy, cause I feel like I've said I don't love you a hundred times.
Just telling everybody what they want to hear, darling does that make me insecure?
I told myself I didn't love you, then fate proved me wrong.
What hurts the most is our story never finished.
And I've been just dying for it to be complete.
I can't accept that this is it.
I don't wanna admit you've changed, cause then I'll have no more reason to write the stories I can't explain.
Why did god have to push me to the point where I broke inside?
Now my heart is cold as ice.
You fill my mind, and it's been years, but time still feels frozen.
I'm worse off than ever before, instead of feeling butterflies when I see you, part of my soul turns grey like stone.
Wish I could read your mind, cause maybe if I knew you were thinking about me, I could reclaim part of my sanity.
But I get used to losing myself.
Becuase nothing will ever change between you and me.
The day goes on, and the night changes.
Who knows, maybe someday I'll build a castle out of tears and broken dreams.
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A Medieval Romance
PoetryWhat is the science of love? What is the power and threshold of human connection? Exploration into the depths of what we don't understand has long been the way of human nature. Within this book I try to capture the essence of feeling through poetr...
