I'll sort out the regrets of tomorrow,
And look forward to yesterday,
Heart-felts are expected but,
They do nothing for my heart, I felt,
For now I want this dying to stop,
But I won't speak until it starts,
I thought my heart was only theft,
The way you stole mine for joy and used me for less,
Now to rescue a time so divine,
But it moved me like a statue,
Forever to look forward to my next,
For never to look beyond my best.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:49 AM UTC
I'll sort out the regrets of tomorrow,
And look forward to yesterday,
Heart-felts are expected but,
They do nothing for my heart, I felt,
For now I want this dying to stop,
But I won't speak until it starts,
I thought my heart was only theft,
The way you stole mine for joy and used me for less,
Now to rescue a time so divine,
But it moved me like a statue,
Forever to look forward to my next,
For never to look beyond my best.
How it feels to be abandoned.
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