I thought our love still stands
But it soon diminished
I thought our love still strong
But it’s all to be reminisced
Now
My ink stain tears
Sobbing all over this white sheet
Etching this lonesome lines, a smear
Anecdote on how pathetic our love is.
They said love is color blind
I said love is hard to define.
For now that you’re gone
Murdered this part of me
You will always a common
Enemy.
This enemy is non-other but my own heart.
I hated her not only for being broken apart
But because she’s mine
But beats and care for some else.
This is, the tale of my poison mind.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
I thought our love still stands
But it soon diminished
I thought our love still strong
But it’s all to be reminisced
Now
My ink stain tears
Sobbing all over this white sheet
Etching this lonesome lines, a smear
Anecdote on how pathetic our love is.
They said love is color blind
I said love is hard to define.
For now that you’re gone
Murdered this part of me
You will always a common
Enemy.
This enemy is non-other but my own heart.
I hated her not only for being broken apart
But because she’s mine
But beats and care for some else.
This is, the tale of my poison mind.
#sad #love #pain
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