Before 23:59 on December 31
I was certain,
About my wasted feelings and hopes.
Love that was meant to be handed to the longing heart,
And not yours was put into waste.
I was certain I had messed it up.
And that was true.
I spent too much time in stagnation and thinking about you
When I wasn't in your thoughts.
I felt happy to leave my broken peaces behind.
And I couldn't ask for more.
My yesterday's meditation cured the little scratches that still ached.
I was revived and drowned into happiness.
I left my silly thoughts behind,
And am happy that you in my mind no more.
And in my own tight arms I am happy.
Today is 20:20 January 1
And I feel liberated from the thoughts of you that captured me with unforgiving claws.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Before 23:59 on December 31
I was certain,
About my wasted feelings and hopes.
Love that was meant to be handed to the longing heart,
And not yours was put into waste.
I was certain I had messed it up.
And that was true.
I spent too much time in stagnation and thinking about you
When I wasn't in your thoughts.
I felt happy to leave my broken peaces behind.
And I couldn't ask for more.
My yesterday's meditation cured the little scratches that still ached.
I was revived and drowned into happiness.
I left my silly thoughts behind,
And am happy that you in my mind no more.
And in my own tight arms I am happy.
Today is 20:20 January 1
And I feel liberated from the thoughts of you that captured me with unforgiving claws.
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