The cold breeze of the air
The smell pf pine trees
Children's laughter
A person's smile
Those people working..
Everything reminds me of you
You, who left without explanation
who left without a sound
who left without leaving a mark
who left me behind
But why do I still think of you?
Our relationship was the kind of love
that was bounded not to last
and I don't know why
We have that kind of love where I was writing for you while you are busy writing for someone else
We have that kind of love where all I ever was tulips but you gave me dandelions
We have that kind of love that endures a thousand twinge
That kind of love where oblivion resides
Maybe it wasn't really love
How to outdistance myself from you?
How do I move out of this suffering
of love when I knew that all my love for you wasn't enough?
Because we have that kind of love that while I was busy loving you, you were busy loving someone else
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
The cold breeze of the air
The smell pf pine trees
Children's laughter
A person's smile
Those people working..
Everything reminds me of you
You, who left without explanation
who left without a sound
who left without leaving a mark
who left me behind
But why do I still think of you?
Our relationship was the kind of love
that was bounded not to last
and I don't know why
We have that kind of love where I was writing for you while you are busy writing for someone else
We have that kind of love where all I ever was tulips but you gave me dandelions
We have that kind of love that endures a thousand twinge
That kind of love where oblivion resides
Maybe it wasn't really love
How to outdistance myself from you?
How do I move out of this suffering
of love when I knew that all my love for you wasn't enough?
Because we have that kind of love that while I was busy loving you, you were busy loving someone else
