Eyes that are close to tears
Mind in sudden chaos
Heart feeling betrayed
Have I assumed by myself
That what we had was a blooming love?
Was my illusion remained a visualization
Of what I hope would lead to realization?
How could pain exist
As a product of laughter and glee?
And how did your once sweet words
To my ears become the sound of a tempest?
You call me a dude
You call her my love
To you, I remain a buddy
And she, a damsel so dear
I apologize for the unreturned messages
But you don’t have to be sorry
For not reciprocating
The sensation I feel for you
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
Eyes that are close to tears
Mind in sudden chaos
Heart feeling betrayed
Have I assumed by myself
That what we had was a blooming love?
Was my illusion remained a visualization
Of what I hope would lead to realization?
How could pain exist
As a product of laughter and glee?
And how did your once sweet words
To my ears become the sound of a tempest?
You call me a dude
You call her my love
To you, I remain a buddy
And she, a damsel so dear
I apologize for the unreturned messages
But you don’t have to be sorry
For not reciprocating
The sensation I feel for you
