Dec
4
And so I’ve been told.
Over and over again.
But I just can’t stop.
Sometimes a little hope won’t kill.
The Mixed Bedroom
Where words fail, music speaks.
Where love fails, words speak.
-Abir Abdul Rahim-
Don’t you know that I wait in the darkness of my lonely room.
Filled with sadness and gloom.
Hoping that you’d walk through that door.
It’s hard.
I hug you.
But I still miss you.
Fall in love with me.
Like you did before.
And the memories.
Of what love could be.
If you are here with me ;)
I don’t mind being silly.
If this leads me to rainbows.
Why don’t you stay.
I’m so tired of being alone.
You can give me what I need.
Like an indian summer in the middle of winter.
Oh I can’t wait!
We fight.
Because we know that the moment after that.
We’d love again.
More immensely.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I told him the other day that I am imperfect.
An imperfect girlfriend.
Then he said.
“I love you for who you are”.
If you could know my feelings.
You would know how much I do believe.
In us.
“You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It’s not overrated. There’s a reason for all those songs.”
If you were here tonight.
I’d wrap my arms around you.
Will I then believe in eternally.
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