Sunday, December 9
ii am lying on the bed , with the pillows wet with tears,
ii dont really know whats going on.
but , at least , ii know , ii've not cried for you for nothiing.
ii took up my phone , pressing your number over & over again.
without the courage of calling
but , with the hope of you sensing.
apparantly , you didnt.
ii'm following your shadow all along.
only came knowing tt you're following her's till now.
and .. inevitable tears flowed endlessly.
maybe , ii shouldnt pursue thiings ii'm not up for iit.
iit'll be nothiing but more wounds & tears.
Labels: iit's tiime to let go gal'.
