Dear you,
There’s a fire starting in my heart since the day when
broke up.
I’m still thinking about the several times when you
told me a lot of love words and my anger is reaching a fever pitch which it’s
bringing me out the dark. I don’t hate you because you were someone special in
a part of my life, but finally I can see your crystal clear and now I know that
you’re still talking about how much I loved you, now go ahead and sell me out
I’ll lay your shit bare.
I want to invite you to see how I leave with every
piece of you. Don’t be a fool because I still have this enormous feeling for
you; don’t underestimate the things I will do. I really trust you and you
disappointed me. The scars of your love remind me of us, I can’t forgive you
for the fake promises that you made me in the past they keep me thinking that
we almost had it all.
I can’t forgive myself because I believed in every
single word from your kissable mouth. The scars of your love they leave me
breathless and in my whispers I can’t help feeling that you and I could have
had it all, nevertheless you played with my feelings about you and my thoughts
that now are rolling in the deep. I feel so weak at this moment, you have my
heart and soul in your own hands and it doesn’t matter at all because you
decided to take them and play then to the beat.
Baby, I chose to move on with my life, even if the
people ask me what was going on with both of us; I have no story to be told.
People try to hide stories about this, but I’ve heard one of you and honestly
I’m not in the mood to put up with this right now. I want to see you suffer as
it happened to me and I’m gonna make your head burn; you cannot stop thinking
on me in the depths of your despair.
You’ll probably think that I gave up too quickly with
our relationship, notwithstanding I have planned a revenge against your fragile
heart. All the moments that we had making a home down there, where it is
supposed you to have a heart, I’ll be there in your head and when you’re with
your perfect mate my voice reminds you of the home we shared.
You can escape wherever you want baby, you can throw
your soul through in every open door, even in my own house if you want it. You
can run until the end of the world, you can count your blessings to find what
you look for, I would be happy to see you devastated as I was when I understood
that I was just someone else from your list. With this I turned my sorrow into
a treasure gold, I realized that you’ll be that kind of person which just has
enough love only for yourself and your destiny is to be alone remembering when
I was there by your side giving you everything, from now you pay me back in
kind and reap just what you sow.
Always yours,
Charis
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