i held onto nothing for so long
every single second wasted
mourning the person
i wanted you to be
formulating imaginary scenarios
of us
but there is no us
only a me and only a you
acceptance is key
acceptance of the nothingness that is us
this made up memoir
has come to an end
i am digging a grave
and burying it six feet under
i held onto nothing for so long
naïve and blind
unaware of the indifference
i was a bird in the snow
i was lost
lost in the love that was not to be
i held onto nothing for so long
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
i held onto nothing for so long
every single second wasted
mourning the person
i wanted you to be
formulating imaginary scenarios
of us
but there is no us
only a me and only a you
acceptance is key
acceptance of the nothingness that is us
this made up memoir
has come to an end
i am digging a grave
and burying it six feet under
i held onto nothing for so long
naïve and blind
unaware of the indifference
i was a bird in the snow
i was lost
lost in the love that was not to be
i held onto nothing for so long
