In my memory, I see small things.
They're like daggers in my mind.
In my memory, I see you and me.
Doing things we should not have done.
And all that's left is you and me and
The sea of undone words of mercy.
Cause we were too young to know forever.
We re still young with fever.
We only wanted to feel the love.
We never thought of something above that.
We onto wanted to be forever.
We should've known that This would end now.
We only wanted love.
We got what we want but with a slight twist.
A broken heart and the words you miss,
A little hope, been shattered and played with.
She still waits for you to commit .
She still wasn't ready for it.
But she made it just to make you understand, that her love will always be you and there's nothing that you can do.
She just wanted to feel special.
But her misery never took a turn.
Her sad and gloomy eyes, they still hurt the same,
Why'd you have to be so beautiful.
Why'd you have to turn her eyes so bright.
Why'd you have to steal what wasn't yours.
Why'd you have to make her feel like a queen.
You should've seen,
What's she's been .
We were too young to know about forever.
And our promises, they're now or never.
And her hopes they are high as a tower.
She just wants to be gone for now and ever.
-m.----------
This ones a little personal to me. It's about how we thinks hat someone is our everything and then the realization hits us that we were onto a part of the something to that someone and that they only liked you because you're a relief to their boredom.
It's about how you spend endless nights waiting for them but they never turned up, but you still kept promising them that you'd love them no matter what , and yiu still do love em.
But then you need to love yourself first, to spread love.
This is about how we shouldn't commit to soon and then realize that we've got nothing to do.
This is about how I fell, and now I'm keeping hard to get up again.
Xx
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Melancholy
PoetryA little book of feelings and memories that haunt me almost every other day .