Mar 19
So the old addage says:
"Grief is the price we pay for love."
Never knew how true it was,
until I had to grieve my love.
three hundred and eighty days,
yet still I grieve for what we had.
I do not regret loving you.
I regret how hard I loved,
that I'm forced to continue
paying the price of love.
"Grief is the price we pay for love."
Never knew how true it was,
until I had to grieve my love.
three hundred and eighty days,
yet still I grieve for what we had.
I do not regret loving you.
I regret how hard I loved,
that I'm forced to continue
paying the price of love.
middle of the night, can't sleep. Crying thinking of her. Feeling weak I can't move on. Hating that she's moved on, yet I'm still stuck.
