Monday, March 21

To mr sun

When i see you smile
and know that 
it is not for me, 
that is when i will miss you the most.
i cry for the time that
you were almost mine,
i cry for the memories
i'me left behind,
i cry for the pain,
the lost, the old, the new,
i cry for the times
i thought i had you...
sometime i feel like
trust like a paper
once it crumpled
it can't be perfect again...
Now..
i'm trying not to love you
i'm trying not to care
i'm trying not to live my life
wishing you were there
i'm trying not to wonder
where you are or what
you do i'm sorry..
i'cant help myself.........................................

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