Pages
are turned and can only be burn
They
cannot be rewritten No one ever can
And
on this blank page I stare like an idiot
Seeing
all your faces in my every thought
How
can I turn this page and leave?
When
you’re still all I ever wanted
To
be the subject to write everyday
By
a hopeless romantic just like me
Sometimes,
with much effort not to
I vanished
into a fantasy, that
Maybe
someday it’s you and me
Maybe
someday I’m your one and only
But
most often than I wish I receded
To
face the reality and to hope, that
Maybe
someday I can learn to let you go
Maybe
someday I’ll move on just like you
Maybe…
When the sun never rise again.
~ Dizzy ~
April is quite something for me. Something, mounting and sinking. And this writting is my respond. So, cheers bloggers - here's to April! ^__^.
So powerful and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVictoria
Thanks....^__^.
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