The Unsent Love Letters

I was foolish I let myself loving him harder deeper and I was being so naive by thinking we were drunken in love we were had the same vision I'm just afraid by facing the truth that it was me whose love is real Thus I got damage I was broken I had none to heal nor to cure he created the broken me I was reckless by thinking that our ship won't be sailed

Back at the day the very nice day of us we were hanging, laughing, teasing with nothing to fear as we've got the clues of our future it looks like everything has fallen harder in the very nick of our loves we knew we had to stop but keep staying instead we had ourselves began a war of our undefined hearts

The night I’ve spent Were the worst When you are the 2 AM thoughts And I just kept wondering Which versions of you I might get You were nearby but not to close Still took the space Still needed the boundaries You were so far yet so near You drew the blurry lines Whenever I’m trying to get to you Trying to be hold Onto you ‘Twas hit the worst of me It keep me holding on Nothing And push me hard to Falling

he is the star I can only stare he is the kiss I can only miss I asked for the cure but you engrave me the wound that left haunted I've loved you really and you hurt me deeply the damage you caused left me cursed and none is remedy he is the drug I give him my life and he gave me the death

Perhaps she got lucky. perhaps she was broken but he was healer and she's get remedy perhaps she's got the wounds and he came as cure then she's get therapy or is it the easier way to declare the spell to ease all this haunted ache she's been facing for all her path she's been took? or perhaps the favored were all mine. and she was me from all the beginning.

A part of me is gone. He comes as a citrus in the summer and felt like a rose in the spring but came dressed as a hurricane Isn't it funny if he's the one I'm gonna miss the most? yet he's the one that never be mine at all He was the man whose smile as an ocean in the winter and dawn in the fall but talked as a tale of the nightmare Though he whispered to not hurt myself beneath this cruel scent of love

Still it be mystery in the deepest lake in the southeast soul in the longest ride Could it be more misery since the last hour we've met to blame ourselves to punish my sickest heart Do not send my knives away if you could not heal my bleed don't you send your damage self here if there is nobody to save me Is it true if your horsemen self is the same men I knew for the last happiest day? Or is it the demons of your vision who hollows my eerie into the most my orge whose spine is chilling?