If there is no reason why did we even laid eyes on each other? If there is no chance why the feeling keep on coming back? If this isn't love, what is it then?
I weep for you. Many times. Then I waited for years. I saved my beat for you. I keep my heart untouched. Just for you. Where are you?
You said your heart is mine back then and I lose it. But the truth is, I wish it was. Your tongue speaks lies again. And I just keep quiet and told myself. How can I lose something that I don't own?
The feeling is like a wild flower It grows everywhere. but always taken for granted. Most of the time.
Spring Blooms, fades Feeling, falling, fleeting Time to let go Fall
The thing about love is so broad that no matter how you try to define it, still words doesn't seem to fit.
Guard your heart well. You may never know when someone would stick their knife through it. You can always stitch it back but you'll have to teach yourself to love and live with a scar.
Scratches. Empty words. Can't find the right words. Bare letters were left on the table and nothing more. Remain untouched not even a word was scribbled.
Love may not work out for me but at least for the others. I think I can live with that.