Sometimes I wish I could touch your
fingers for just once more. Sometimes I wish I could get lost in your arms for one
last time. Sometimes I wish you’d rest your sleepy head on my shoulder again.
Sometimes I wish we could get sip on one last cup of coffee together.
But hey, I guess happy endings are
a thing of the movies. I couldn’t say I don’t believe in love, that'd be too romantic. I couldn’t say
you took all I had in me away. And I couldn’t say that I don’t want to have my heart
torn out by somebody once more.
But that doesn’t change the fact
that what you took, I can never truly replace. So instead I try to fill myself
with the smaller joys in life, like cradling a newborn or seeping through the
fading twilight with a bunch of
fireflies in my hand. Till I find hope in someone else’s sun…
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