some people think math is beautiful because it's the same in every country
I am not one of those people, the people who see beauty in everything
and I dont needed math to count the days since you have left me..
it were 129 days.. 3096 hours.. 23 minutes and 31 seconds.. since you left
maybe the nigths were harder since you've bin gone, longer and sadder
I wanted to go with you but you never allowed me, he needed his space
I don't believe in 'space' if you love someone you want that person near
he never found that necessary, he never found me necessary
but don't you feel sad for me please, after a while the pain faded away
I learned to deal with the fact he was better of without me..
the picture of his face just wouldnt leave my mind
and the need of wanting the chase him grow everyday..
I waited for days, months, I would wait for years, hours and minutes
waking up every morning still wearing his Iron maiden shirt..
only because I don't want him to leave my life, not for real, imagine
this boy was like a hero from the movies, a prince from the fairytales
a beautiful human being, so different, a melody that kept following me..
he always gave me the feeling of belonging of being worth existing
when I was with him the world was a bit more beautiful
that feeling when you dont even know what the ******* are feeling
I had that, always, whenever I was with him.
and you will never know about who this poem is about.
