How is it a simple praise
From you, can make my day?
Yet you leave me hurt, numb,
Unsure of what to say...
The object of my affection,
Yet now a Cold, Hard *****
Not sure if I should still want you,
Or wish you dead to rot in a ditch.
This Dark and Deadly storm,
Of hateful thoughts in my mind,
Yet when the squall calms,
I always Reflect and find,
Despite your Lies and Abuse,
I find myself still missing you.
None of these others satisfy it,
Feels like insanity, what to do?...
Just keep trying to move on.
Because we can never go back.
Our lives can only go forwards,
Yet everything feels out of whack...
Memories of times long gone,
Thoughts of feelings dying.
If I said I don't miss the laughs,
You'd know I'd just be lying.
But we can never go back,
Because you walked away.
Decided I wasn't worth it,
Nothing would make you stay.
I hope you find your happiness,
After all the fights, you deserve it.
I'll just stay here, forgotten again.
No surprise that life's gone to ****
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
How is it a simple praise
From you, can make my day?
Yet you leave me hurt, numb,
Unsure of what to say...
The object of my affection,
Yet now a Cold, Hard *****
Not sure if I should still want you,
Or wish you dead to rot in a ditch.
This Dark and Deadly storm,
Of hateful thoughts in my mind,
Yet when the squall calms,
I always Reflect and find,
Despite your Lies and Abuse,
I find myself still missing you.
None of these others satisfy it,
Feels like insanity, what to do?...
Just keep trying to move on.
Because we can never go back.
Our lives can only go forwards,
Yet everything feels out of whack...
Memories of times long gone,
Thoughts of feelings dying.
If I said I don't miss the laughs,
You'd know I'd just be lying.
But we can never go back,
Because you walked away.
Decided I wasn't worth it,
Nothing would make you stay.
I hope you find your happiness,
After all the fights, you deserve it.
I'll just stay here, forgotten again.
No surprise that life's gone to ****
Just things doodled in my notebook during classes that I seem incapable of paying attention in... Thank **** finals are over, I guess.
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