How many tears, will slip down my face Till I can finally move on, take this heart and erase.. Every dream I held dear, when you were near..
How many times will my heart deflate crushed by what we didn’t get to create… Now it’s too late.
No one to blame but myself, as my heart whimpers.. I guess this was meant to be. But somehow I feel so sick inside Thinking of him in love so quickly…
All I can do is mourn Accepting all that has come to be… And all that has been lost to infinity.
Looking up and stepping forward. My fragile heart in my hands. I know something better is coming. And for now, that is enough.













