You'll search for me in the places I don't belong
You'll realize that fact when I'll be gone long
Never had I changed what I am
You'll realize you lost your gem
You'll miss me with your morning snores
Till the night time when you complete chores
You'll search for me in your misty showers
You'll remember me in your lonely hours
Hope you understand what you were to me
You'll be the same,  just like me
You'll look for me in your cold coffee's
Cause those brown shade would be just like my iris
You'll feel how I felt
You'll realize how I was when you left
But don't worry,  I'll be along
With you, cause..
We'll search for us in the places we don't belong
We'll realize that fact when we'll be gone long

©SmitFairytale
November 23,  2016
00:25

I don't hate you
I love you, more than anything
And you know that
             But
I do Hate each and every person
In your life
             Who made you so Vulnerable
That you can't accept
My Love for you

©SmitFairytale

The thing I like most about November,
It's that it's easier to let go than to remember.

But if I've learned anything from October,
It's that even relentless things can be over.

And if I know anything about September,
It's that love is an ever burning ember.

Or if I know anything about August,
It's that your eyes are flawless.

Yet if I know a thing or two about July,
It's that true love never dies.

And if I know about June,
It's that things can never start up too soon.

If there's anything I know of May,
It's that the cruel shall perish and pay.

If I know of April,
It's that people can grow to be hateful.

If there were something I knew of March,
It's that death's scythe claims a cruel arch.

But if I know of February,
It's that frost kisses my heart like butterflies kiss fairies.

And if I know a thing or two about January,
It's that I fear no fire, and that should make you wary.

And I know anything at all about December,
It's that the smallest memory will make your heart dismembered.

Though what I love most about November,
It's that I'm so glad you remember.

And whether you be near to me,
Or far is where you have to be,
I am here to stay,
Because even if there's a thousand miles between us,
I'm looking your way.

My baby left me yesterday,
Packed her bags and went away,
High heels on the carpet,
Took my keys and craved her name into my car seat.

And that's the last one I let push me around,
I've said it before but I mean it now,
Get me out this city, I just need to clear my mind.

We left this evening, gave them twenty dollars for some gas in Boston,
grab a bite but now we're taking off,
When we got to Melrose, fifteen nights of April,
We just drank our sorrows, talked about the day we'll have it all.

- Charlie Puth "Ride To Melrose"