Sometimes I just sit here and think of your loving words,
How they made me feel like I’m the only one.
The memories slash through my heart like swords,
And I realize that now you are gone.
Sometimes I thought that you’d never leave me,
That you’d be here all my life.
Often you told me that you loved me,
But then the past turns into a sharp knife.
Sometimes I dream that none of this has ever happened,
Or that maybe you came back.
But that is just a make-pretend,
Because that is just beyond my luck.
Sometimes I wish that I could just ignore the scars,
And live life on without pain.
But it’s hard to keep my feelings inside bars,
Because what you’ve left in my heart is a big stain. |
