.. Life ..

Isn’t this what you dreamed about? One more taste from our lips and tongue; we kissed. Delicately sketched the seconds, as they fly past. Like snowflakes of lost bliss, they drift like memories.

That’s what you get.

Posted 1 year ago

No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore. It’s your turn to take a seat. We’re settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt so much? I can’t decide! You have made it harder just to go on and why all the possibilities. Well I was wrong. That’s what you get when you let your heart win, woah. I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating. I wonder how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here? Cause I’ve burned every bridge I ever built when you were here. I still try, holding on to silly things I never learn. Oh why, all the possibilities, I’m sure you’ve heard. Hey, make your way to me. And I’ll always be just so inviting. If I ever start to think straight, this heart will start a riot in me. Let’s start, start - hey! Why do we like to hurt so much?