i hate how these dreams seem like reality. and when i wake up, the first thing i think about is how much i want you, and the second thing is how you can't be mine.
i've seen enough now, to know that beautiful things don't stay that way. somehow, i'm still crossing my fingers...hoping you'll turn back and realize you've made a huge mistake.
it's love, i know...and i trust that, because my feelings for you grew into a gut instinct. i wasn't aware how it was, until it was over.
i'm not gonna lie, i made a few mistakes in my life. i never said the things i wanted to say, i never did the things i was supossed to do. and i regret it too.
- he was different from all of them, everyone else. he was mine, he 'loved' me...or so he said. but as always; the girl fell much, much harder for the boy.
he has no idea what goes on in her mind, she's so good at pretending. he will never know how many tears have fallen each night for him, nor the endless hours that she wastes thinking...'maybe, just maybe.'
ever wondered what a breaking heart looks like? look in my eyes next time i see him and tell me....
do you feel my pain?
no matter what i do, i always forget to forget you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the ending btw I reconize the lines he has no idea what goes on in her mind, she's so good at pretending. he will never know how many tears have fallen each night for him, nor the endless hours that she wastes thinking...'maybe, just maybe.' you got that from bebo: P