Nothing but emotions living in the words. |
Time flies
On its crystal lines...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
Familiar scent every morning
Eyes that really burning...
Until we meet again
You'll see I'm strong...
I needed my freedom
For me to have it all back...
I'm sorry for the way I acted
I'm sorry for making you feel unwanted...
The moment I met you
I wasn't expecting...
I decided to walk out of your life
Without looking back at your sight...
It's never too late to hear you out,
Even if it's just for a minute, no doubt...
Freedom is what I thought,
To reclaim all that I've lost...
Writers sometimes don't have the voice |
Never to unlove, never to regret. |
Talking to much do not always reflects on intelligence sometimes it is criticism. |