I fail to understand how I could hate you so much and have my heart long for you everyday. Its like changing the station while your mind is stuck on replay. I think I hate you, but still long for the day... when I'll see you again.
She fell for a player; yip she did it again. So here she is trying to get him out of her mind. Searching for a distraction she struggles to find. Lies separate what the truth can bind. She's starting to think that maybe she'll lose her mind in the process of searching for a person that doesn't want to be found...
At least not by her. But what's a girl to do? He's probably the first person that helped her realize that life doesn't have to be a bore. That there's so much on the world that she's yet to adore. That maybe she'd be happy if she let open that door... to her heart. But maybe she might have opened it a bit too wide.
Allowed emotion to enter, the one she'd usually hide. Now she's surfing, fighting against the strong tide. Trying to find herself, understand her mind. Searching for a heart she'll probably never find. And it's her ignorance that will keep her blind. Blinded from the truth that might set her soul free
Maybe I want a person that may never want me. Caging a bird that wants to be set free. Dreaming of a world with an existence of you and me So once again she's left with all the pieces. Not sure if she should put them together or consider them feces. Try to iron out a situation with permanent creases? Re-ignite the flame from a million kisses?
Let what is be, and what will be come Maybe there's someone out there that's better. That will show her that she's stronger, and worth more than her mind will ever wonder. That there's a future she has to ponder upon But 'maybe' contains a possibility of never being. A possibility of an optimism she may never reach. A better person she may never be; an objective she may never reach
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