Isn't it funny?
How quickly forever turns to never?
How sweet nothings
Blossom to bitter somethings.
Each I love you,
A burning coal of regret.
The promise to always fight for you
Forget amidst the next one's legs.
And all your hopes
Wither to ashes.
The dreams you shared.
Become a waking nightmare.
You long for oblivion.
But remember each forgotten moment with clarity.
How many times can your heart break?
Before it ceases to mend.
Is there a place where wrongs can be right?
And the right one who will never leave lives?
Take me back to before we met.
Where i was me not this shell who survived losing you.
Can our love be upside down
The right side up someday.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
Isn't it funny?
How quickly forever turns to never?
How sweet nothings
Blossom to bitter somethings.
Each I love you,
A burning coal of regret.
The promise to always fight for you
Forget amidst the next one's legs.
And all your hopes
Wither to ashes.
The dreams you shared.
Become a waking nightmare.
You long for oblivion.
But remember each forgotten moment with clarity.
How many times can your heart break?
Before it ceases to mend.
Is there a place where wrongs can be right?
And the right one who will never leave lives?
Take me back to before we met.
Where i was me not this shell who survived losing you.
Can our love be upside down
The right side up someday.
Regrets Lancelot
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