It hurts knowing,
You don't like me
All these feelings growing
Everything was too easy to foresee
You wouldn't need my presence
I should have been clairvoyant
I won't have to be jealous
Our lives would have been flamboyant
Our fantasised reminiscence
Erased from existence,
There was an obvious difference
The hopes are in evanescence
This poem is a requiem
For our long lost love
An imaginary emblem
Nothing else to top above.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
It hurts knowing,
You don't like me
All these feelings growing
Everything was too easy to foresee
You wouldn't need my presence
I should have been clairvoyant
I won't have to be jealous
Our lives would have been flamboyant
Our fantasised reminiscence
Erased from existence,
There was an obvious difference
The hopes are in evanescence
This poem is a requiem
For our long lost love
An imaginary emblem
Nothing else to top above.
