Every once in a while
memories come floating by.
I find myself breaking like a fragile glass. Although I sometimes think I'm over us.
And then I ask myself if I'll ever be.
I have to say it sounds impossible to me.
I don't want to hurt you, I'm just keeping it real.
Will I ever be able to love someone again?
Love someone the way I loved you?
I'm not sure if that's only a dream that won't ever come true.
-Tereza Balatkova
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
Every once in a while
memories come floating by.
I find myself breaking like a fragile glass. Although I sometimes think I'm over us.
And then I ask myself if I'll ever be.
I have to say it sounds impossible to me.
I don't want to hurt you, I'm just keeping it real.
Will I ever be able to love someone again?
Love someone the way I loved you?
I'm not sure if that's only a dream that won't ever come true.
-Tereza Balatkova
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