My Accoconut

Should I actually start writing again? I mean like, I've written before but I took it off because I was too lazy to upload, but I still think writing is fun. Should I?

Can I really call it a fight if the opponent is no one but myself?

It takes years to master how to play an instrument, but it only took you a few days to learn how to play with my heart.

I have yet to find out why my hand never tires from reaching out to yours for so long.

I didn't mean it when I said I hated you, but you did when you said the same.

The downpour outside was not enough to compete with my tears.

Seeing you cry was enough to break me a million times.

Although you said you were sorry, the scars of this war still remain

Although we held each other close, our hearts were beating far away.

And that vow we made, am I the last one to forget?