Jul 2015
Every moment,
Every second,
Every minute,
Every morning,
All the feelings,
It was real.
I was alive again,
I find myself dreaming,
which is a wonder.
I have to steady
my silly silly heart
for wanting too much.
Every second,
Every minute,
Every morning,
All the feelings,
It was real.
I was alive again,
I find myself dreaming,
which is a wonder.
I have to steady
my silly silly heart
for wanting too much.
Whatever comes next I would understand. I love bringing miseries to myself- of wanting things I cannot have. A silly heart just cannot learn...Now, I just have to tell it... it won't be fair to want you too much...How can you be so **** perfect like I used to dream...sigh
