So many
answers.
So little
time to recall all your thoughts with your unconcerned brain.
With no
tears give me a broken goodbye.
And if that
hurts you dear,that hurts me twice.
And if that
makes you blue,that paints me black.
But the
thought of him,It can make you feel pure.
And the
touch of him , I don't really know.
But now
It's Christmas and I'm on the phone,the typical calling I use to wait for.
And now it
gets harder and harder to say "It's not our fate".
But life in
this time of year seem so exhausting,
depressively
boring, incredibly wrong.
I wish I
could share my thoughts that's so annoying.
I wish I
was the one, only one,lonely one,beloved one In your life.