It's as if our love is on pause,
in a frozen state,
wandered off and lost,
unclear of its continuation.
I can do one simple thing,
that in your mind is so extreme.
Grudges are held,
and the amount of time invariably changing.
It's so unknown as to when it will return,
to as it once was before.
People who have cherished every moment with you,
now act like strangers who somehow learn to cope
every moment spent with you.
This time is no different.
I hope the love resumes sooner though.
If it ever does the same way.
I hope the love resumes.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
It's as if our love is on pause,
in a frozen state,
wandered off and lost,
unclear of its continuation.
I can do one simple thing,
that in your mind is so extreme.
Grudges are held,
and the amount of time invariably changing.
It's so unknown as to when it will return,
to as it once was before.
People who have cherished every moment with you,
now act like strangers who somehow learn to cope
every moment spent with you.
This time is no different.
I hope the love resumes sooner though.
If it ever does the same way.
I hope the love resumes.
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