My nevers were impossible to control
My coarse shelter,
my own secret place,
was to be shared with him.
I didn't have any other choice, at least I told myself that.
So I let him in,
not knowing it only meant one thing.
A trapt, a hopeless feeling
"head over heels"; I heard them calling it,
maybe so.
My heart beats they weren't mine anymore,
my breaths weren't of air but of his fragance
"Lloyd I'm ready to be heartbroken" was playing,
and little did I know it was meant to be.
I woke up from my nightmare,
or was it a dream that might never come true?
Where do I belong?
the air escaped through my mouth as I pronounced this words
I close my eyelids hoping to go back to sleep and never woke up.
Dreaming of you was much much nicier.
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