As he walks in, the excitement is in.
Oh how much time till we be
Close together again?
Those precious times of laughter, pressure,
Nervousness, and encouragement
Turns into lust for him.
Time passes by and feelings break, turning into tears.
Tears of depression for missing him.
Disappears like bubbles in the air.
No more us, but rather more vivid memories
That remain so close to my heart.
My heart now has the courage to look for this fool.
Once in contact, is like he turns into a monster.
A monster that surprises and scares me with its actions.
Like an appealing shiny fruit, he appears,
But quite rotten on the inside.
What happened? I don’t know.
Vivid happy memories turn into
A sad heart of discouragement.
If you want to look for me,
Please bring back that gentle heart.
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