I searched for you for a lifetime,
It felt like the impression of your being rested in my soul’s memory,
I never had to know you to know who you are,
But was it something of how I wanted it to be?
Was it just a figment of my imagination?
I feel my want for you put my senses in illusion,
Showed me colours in the world of grey,
Because I refused to see more than my desire,
I lived in my bubble of lies,
But the day when the price to pay came,
I finally told my heart what the rest of me knew,
That you were never mine to have,
You always belonged to someone else,
I will break my smile for some time,
Lock myself in a box and grieve,
Till the day come when I again learn to smile,
When I see you in another face,
And pretend I know her like I really knew you/And think I know her like I really knew you
Keep turning the pages despite the paper-cut
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
I searched for you for a lifetime,
It felt like the impression of your being rested in my soul’s memory,
I never had to know you to know who you are,
But was it something of how I wanted it to be?
Was it just a figment of my imagination?
I feel my want for you put my senses in illusion,
Showed me colours in the world of grey,
Because I refused to see more than my desire,
I lived in my bubble of lies,
But the day when the price to pay came,
I finally told my heart what the rest of me knew,
That you were never mine to have,
You always belonged to someone else,
I will break my smile for some time,
Lock myself in a box and grieve,
Till the day come when I again learn to smile,
When I see you in another face,
And pretend I know her like I really knew you/And think I know her like I really knew you
Keep turning the pages despite the paper-cut
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