She will try to sleep she will try to love but non compare to him who has her heart. All are second best. Never good enough or will satisfy. She can’t even sleep at night. With dreams of how they should have been could have been they are better than when she wakes up in the morning. Never ending torture is every day to her. Seeing him with her. Knowing how it feels to be in his arms. Not engulfed in his love anymore. Just would rather put it all away, live another day half alive. With her broken heart barely alive. Every smile is a lie. If he could only see how they should be, could be.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
She will try to sleep she will try to love but non compare to him who has her heart. All are second best. Never good enough or will satisfy. She can’t even sleep at night. With dreams of how they should have been could have been they are better than when she wakes up in the morning. Never ending torture is every day to her. Seeing him with her. Knowing how it feels to be in his arms. Not engulfed in his love anymore. Just would rather put it all away, live another day half alive. With her broken heart barely alive. Every smile is a lie. If he could only see how they should be, could be.
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