I like you.Very much.You make me laugh.You surprise me.You're -- somewhat , silly.But at times, nice. Your odd ways of communicating. Random jokes and nicknames. Spontanity. Absurd but comforting. I've let myself to admire you and enjoys your company. Which, I shouldn't be. It took me a while to find a pinch of comfort that I'm feeling right now. Just a pinch, because I'm still dragging my steps to walk away from that ghost of the past. I'm scared to take a step forward but stuck and can't take a step backwards. This is killing me. I just want to tell you. Did you know that I've typed down the words on that little chat window ? But I deleted it. I'm too tired for all this. Maybe I should go back to my little world where everything is considered a lie.
I thought i thought i was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So i've learned to listen through silence
[ Sara Bareilles - Between The Lines ]
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So i've learned to listen through silence
[ Sara Bareilles - Between The Lines ]
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