Is 'Moving On' a reality?
Or merely a fantasy?
It feels like the latter,
because no matter what I try--
I still can't get the thought of you out of my head.
You plague my thoughts like an infectious disease.
Everyday your face is there, reminding me--
torturing me.
'Moving On' feels like some cruel fairy tale of false hope,
and I was just dumb enough to fall for the idea momentarily.
Hook, line, and sinker.
(d.d.b)
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Is 'Moving On' a reality?
Or merely a fantasy?
It feels like the latter,
because no matter what I try--
I still can't get the thought of you out of my head.
You plague my thoughts like an infectious disease.
Everyday your face is there, reminding me--
torturing me.
'Moving On' feels like some cruel fairy tale of false hope,
and I was just dumb enough to fall for the idea momentarily.
Hook, line, and sinker.
(d.d.b)
