I lay awake every night
thinking of the romance I never had
It kills, please someone explain to me
how an "almost" sounds like a distant memory
My peaceful nights has been robbed
of a lover, I never actually had
the thoughts of her still reside
as if she was once on my side
this false romance in my mind
forsaken me from the peace I find
my blood of my bleeding heart turned to ink
as even now, my heart still sink
now I make these countless poetries
for a person whose romance of us, cease to exist
as every word was carved on my heart
she will still, be my favorite art
The romance that almost happened
bothers me, more than those that did
Now I only have myself to resent
as every pen I have, for hers to bleed
Someday I will let go of this false romance
and the new tomorrow at me will glance
But now I will get what I can take
and slowly watch as my heart still breaks
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