Why is it hurting so badly
If I am not found of you any more?
Why am I daydreaming so sadly
If I should be glad for not being a whore?
I may be lying myself for a year,
Solemnly cherishing what you’ve become
For me.
But I didn’t mean to, I swear.
I only desired so much for just
You and me.
I seem to stay constantly stupid in falling for a man
I’ve met with a glimpse of our souls.
I am day by day chewing “if then…”,
But did you plan any fouls?
Not sure regret is a key to lustration,
Not sure if you are feeling it too.
If we only could come back to foundation
Of being just sweet me and you.
I f*cking miss you so badly at night,
Weeping a bit of lost days.
This misery tears my mind,
But those seem to be our fates.
Lost days
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