Early was the morn, flowers filled with dew
I became somebody through loving u
Softly as a child born in natural rain
I predict the season to go unchanged
Sometimes in life u run across a love unknown
Without a reason it seems like u belong
Hold on dear life, don't go off running what's new
I became somebody through loving u
Warm was the sun that covered my body so
Reminded me of u as I'd first known
Those were the days, the days that changed my life
and made me knew, I became somebody through loving u
As the sun shines down on me
I know with u and love is where I want to be
but I have to go on through life
Thinking that love with u is something that's not meant for me
~
Everything I had thought, u had thought it differently. My biggest mistake
was to let myself grew around u without thinking that someday this is going to end.
And now it has ended, in a way I have never imagined it.
I remember the text u sent to me, I remember it clearly. How my hands were searching.
Searching for something rigid to hold on to, as the ground I step on were like shaking.
and how my eyes were glazing like diamonds in tears. That night was one night I have never
imagine. There was nothing going on between us, no fights, no misunderstanding, nothing.
Maybe that was it, there were really nothing happen between us anymore.
but u dont want to sit and talk, discuss this matter, u just go on and made the decision ur own.
but u dont want to sit and talk, discuss this matter, u just go on and made the decision ur own.
We were far apart, and........ I don't know. But it happened, u've sent me that text.
The hard part was I have to listen to people talking, some were false, some were true maybe.
I don't know. A wide and varied version of stories that I have to take. And I have to act
that everything was fine and I'm okay, certainly. There were so many things that I don't know
and I have to hear them from others. Hurtttttt... But it's okay.
~
Fragmenting memories
The voice, the husky voice
The laugh, oh the laugh
I miss u

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