I stood outside for hours thinking why. But you meant no harm you say. Salty tears but my face last night. But you meant no harm you say. It was always me waiting on you with a crual guessing game.
It's easy in the day, but harder in the night. I thought I felt the pain, but hating fills fast. You woke up next to me, and then we say goodbye. And now it's said an won, that something wasn't right.
So I've learned a lot of things in the past year or two. Like there's different types of love that I should know about. So my question is this. What kind of love is it.
Rise to her knees in the morning again. Giving herself to the sky. Searching for answers to all her regrets. Wondering, should she even try. But the hope it shines like pearls in her eyes.
The scent of momentum fills the city air. Hear the heart beat, it's alive and draws you in. Things will never be the same. Thought I'd been here, but never here times before.