rotten heart/he'll never come back
god, i waited. oh to love and wait like the flowers wait for spring to bloom and fire for any substance that catalyze their life span. but the fire burns us, and the flowers, well, they falls to the ground and get wreaked under someone's footprint. we carry the scars from the burn, and the fragrance of the flower get embedded into some corner of our mind. it's easy to leave, but hard to forget, right? how long until the spring turns into a storm and that substance that you think your life depends on just vanishes in seconds. leaving you with pain, but the pleasure of those little moments. but, but i prayed for that love. oh, i pray to that love. i felt for the time that devotion had a name for me that'd be engraved onto my grave. and now that your name engraved here in, shall i call you mine? shall i wait a little longer? i mean i can wait for a lifetime, even if i can get just glimpses of you. watching you fade away felt like you were stabbing a sharp knife str...
beautiful <33
ReplyDeletespeechless as always.